"Something deliciously American. I've survived off Mexican and Middle Eastern food and I could use a burger. And thank you precious." She nodded as she walked into the home, finding herself already at ease. "A drink sounds amazing. I'm parched." She turned to him again, "look at you. Every time I see you I remember when you were just this little thing. You make me feel old. And proud."
She tilted her head once she was in the kitchen and took out a few balls of opium from her purse. "All for you. I have to get back to my contacts. Now what is that smell? Something else is here. Not someone I recognize right away."