"Of course. As much as I'd like to hole up and try to find an answer, I might not, and it doesn't do anyone good to hide away from the world." Fred's nose wrinkled a little, but she soon smiled at her friend. She looked up at the ceiling, habit. She wanted to see exactly where the music could be coming from; speakers were right up there.
"Hmm." She stepped out of the elevator, still looking up, and she paused. Her brows furrowed at what she saw; she was slightly in awe by it all. Her fingers tightened on the bag, as she did not expect this; but, then there was the name. Iron Man? She finally turned her attention to the man speaking.
"Tacos." It was the easiest and quickest answer to the question. It did smell good after all.