"Muffuletta," Marie laughed a little, sipping on her water. "A sandwich, basically. You can find them everywhere in New Orleans. Deli counters, pool halls - but the locals tend to be particular about where they get them." For tourists, it didn't matter so much. They didn't always know the best places for authentic eats, and as long it felt like an authentic experience they were satisfied.
That was a good batch of gumbo too, chicken with Andouille sausage - and she didn't skimp on the cayenne pepper either, one of the required ingredients, in addition to the holy trinity of Nawlins cuisine (celery, onions, and green peppers), so it was hot. She was glad Kyle seemed to enjoy it. "I have been good though," she nodded. "Just came back from Atlantic City. It's crawling with delicious snacks, and I wanted to make sure to be well-fed for tomorrow."
Mostly so she could focus solely on the launch, but also so she wasn't tempted to snack on Julius. She had taken his chi a couple times before, and she didn't wish to make it a habit.