"Says who?" His turkey appeared to be made of roast beef. He eyed it, then the slab of steak his lion was gnawing away at, and put it back. There had to be turkey or a BLT in there somewhere. "Just because I have a lion now doesn't mean she won't still claw my eyes out if I try to spend the night."
He found a turkey sandwich; the meat was white, which was comforting after the display going on next to them, thanks. "Pedro?"