For someone who didn't cook, her stomach was an awful big priority right now, and she shamelessly blamed it on the newly sprung situation and a killer survival instinct. Get fat before they're hunted in the streets like the Run of the Bulls. Not that she'd say no to the goodies that came with that particular party.

At the sight of the restaurant, her stomach grumbled in protest that she muffled under a hand.

"Noodles and cheese? What kinda place is this?"

Oh no, don't think that was the end of her questions - until eternity, there would likely be more, given the room and time.