"And you call me delusional," she replied blandly at his assertion, under a brief lift of one eyebrow. The mention of them 'selling' food made her pant herself down until she pulls a black wallet, chained to her hip, from her back pocket and pops it open.

"Sure, if I can get something for four bucks and-" With a quick fishing in her pocket, Devi withdrew a few coins, a bottle cap and a crumpled receipt. "Thirty five cents. Unless they've got some 'crazy tab' offer."