"Yeah, fair enough." Famine sat up, rubbing her face. It hadn't been a long flight, and she hadn't had to get up early, but she was still tired. One of the drawbacks to being trapped in her itty-bitty living space. Still, it was probably nothing compared to how Patrick was feeling, so she said nothing and reached for the room service menu.
The woman on the other end said nothing about the size of the order, except to say it might take a bit longer to get everything prepared. Famine assured her that was fine and settled back down to wait, idly scrolling through her phone while she waited.
She tipped the guy who brought everything up, the dolly was fully loaded on both levels. She hadn't really discriminated, opting instead to just have them bring as much as they could. When Patrick exited the bathroom, she looked up and smiled. "Excellent timing, Irish," she told him, gesturing at the massive spread. "Everything's here, so now we feast. I think there's coffee too, and maybe Coke? I'm not really sure. Help yourself."