"Thirty, fifty million of them or so, I think," Audrey said, waving a hand. "I don't really pay a lot of attention to the animal population, but it pops up on the news on occasion." Activists bitching about how kangaroo meat was better for the economy and ecology of the country than the cattle and sheep that'd been imported once upon a time, something about greenhouse gases. Audrey didn't give a damn. Kangaroo was decent, but sometimes a girl just wanted to sink her teeth into a nice, thick steak.
She managed to keep her eyebrow from raising when he mentioned catfish; she hadn't known it was a particularly exotic food in America given its popularity in the South, but then, he was from a desert state. Maybe fish of any kind was seen to be particularly special out there. "It's fairly mild," she agreed. "But that makes it good for serving any number of ways - in Indonesia they usually serve it grilled, very spicy, and in Hungary they serve it on top of noodles covered in cheese." That one had been a little bizarre. But then, Audrey had always preferred clean, simplistic preparations when it came to her food.
"So tell me, Nate," she said after another sip of water. "What made you decide to come out here? Apart from the money, that is." No one had come here strictly for the cash, or so she doubted. There were faster, easier ways to get it.