Famine just leveled a look at him. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" she asked. "Sure. Surprising. Let's go with that."
Famine sighed and waved for a waitress. She ordered a Long Island iced tea and a basket of fries, then waited until she left again before speaking. She shrugged. "Not really. Two weekends ago, I made a lot of Irish stew and soda bread, threw out a lot of drunks. My owl had babies. Same old, same old."