If only Elliott had a nickel for every time someone mentioned a horrible world. At least Madison could offer these poor people some respite and a little break (some a bit longer than others), which Elliott knew wasn't completely selfless of the Dome, but a nice gesture anyway.
Writing John's order down on the little pad, he smiled. "Well, at least not outright here, but I hear the Taco Bell down the street will try to." Pocketing the little notepad, Elliott picked up the laminated menu. "Food should be out in a few, it's not busy so it'll be quicker than normal. If you need anything, just shout. Sound good?"