Daryl looked back at the sandwich counter with a frown. Fancy? Subway had been a treat to him as a kid, but it had never been anything he'd considered fancy. It was just a sandwich. A good sandwich, better than anything he got back home, but just a sandwich.
"Wow, kid, this ain't fancy food. It's just a sandwich. You tell 'em what meat you want, what bread and what veggies, and they wrap it up for you. It's...more or less fast food, and there ain't nothin' fancy about that. Look, I'll buy ya one."