“Muffuletta,” Kyle repeated, testing the word. She eyed the sandwich curiously, though not the bad sort of curiosity. It was more the truly intrigued sort, where it was obvious she wanted to try this exciting new thing and see what it was all about while her brain was trying to dissect it simultaneously. “That name inspires thoughts of muffins, not sandwiches, but I like it.” Deciding that whatever it was – sandwich, muffin, pie, mineral – she was going to enjoy eating it. “Are there particular places that make it better than others? Outside of yours, of course.” A wink was tossed to her friend before she dug into the sandwich with gusto that could make a grown man nauseous.
A soft noise of approval escaped her as she chewed and swallowed, finding the taste not only delicious but it helped balance the spice from the gumbo. Not that Kyle had issue with spice. The hotter the better, in her opinion. She thoroughly enjoyed it, and wasn’t shy about letting Marie know either. Pausing in her eating as the other woman responded to her question, she smirked knowingly before taking a sip of water. “Smart,” she commended, then considered her friend. “Though aren’t you seeing someone in town? Might be easier than going into the city.” Kyle could never remember what she’d been told in regards to gossip, not unless it was severely important to the people close to her.
“Although I try not to make a habit of snacking on the residents too much. Don’t want anyone getting testy.”