The sight and smell of the cinnamon buns had Sparky’s mouth watering and his stomach pitching a fit. “I vote we continue to get to know each other while stuffing our faces with yummy goodness.” The way he started to follow after the floating tray, arms outstretched and stumbling due to his injury, made him look like the zombies he hoped to do battle with. The moaning wasn’t helping much either. Sparky didn’t doubt that much of the perishable food items in the eateries would start going bad soon and before that happened he was determined to eat as much of it as he could. While sharing of course.