"Motorcycle's fine. Or we can walk - it's not very far from here. Tacos are wonderful, very good." Fred pulled on a light jacket; it had a few pockets with this and that, but nothing like she knew others carried. Stakes and flasks and all that did tend to get a little bulky.
"Dinah, you said you needed help with something? Everything okay? I should have asked that before I got lost in greatness that are waffles, ice cream, tacos, and chili cheese fries. Are you okay?" The brainy female had asked that before, but this was a little different.
"Do we need to wait to eat?" She wanted things to be okay for her good friend.