They had started the trek to the end of the building when Lina mused that Brendin might have to use the bathroom. Glancing at his date, the shifter quirked an eyebrow, "No. I believe it's someone else who has the tiny bladder." She could deny it all she wanted, but Brendin swore she was hopping up every fifteen minutes when they watched movies together.
They had almost reached the end when the very distinct smell of cooking meat reached Brendin's nose. He tugged on Lina's hand, "You know, it's not going to bother me if you want to stop here and pick up something." They were standing right in front of a booth for a local farm that catered to organic livestock. "You don't have to eat rabbit food for me."