"Really - and it's happened more times than I can even count anymore." It was nice, really, to be able to just sit with someone -- someone who didn't look at her as the messiah, who didn't expect anything of her, or think she was next to god the way the lights did. Someone who could talk to her. Sort of.
"I guess I'll have..." She could stare at the menu for hours, it seemed, trying to decipher the food listed, but finally she just shrugged and picked something she'd hurt Nate mention once. "The, um, chicken wings? And also pie." After a glance at Emma, Hope looked over at the server too. "Apple. And um - water?"
She'd eaten and drank a lot of strange things over the years - when there had even been anything to eat and drink, because there had been sometimes she'd gone days, even weeks, with nothing - that the sheer number of choices here was a little overwhelming, kind of like the store she'd been in, when she'd first come back to the present.