"I'm hungry enough," she remarked, already scoping out a good spot in the store for their picnic. "Though that's not usually a surprise." If Embyr had her way, she'd eat six normal-sized meals, and then dessert. She was a bit of a vacuum when it came to food, and rarely felt the need to apologize for it.
Deciding to be safe, rather than sorry, Embyr found a spot towards the back of the shoppe. If anyone were to walk in, it wouldn't be blatantly obvious that he'd been eating his dinner while on the job. Over a display of "Extendable Quills: They Grow With Your Children's Hands!" Embyr slung her jacket, then placed her shoulder bag on top. From the depths of her bag came two sandwiches, still warm to the touch.
"I didn't know if you were a turkey man, or a roast beef man." She held one sandwich in each hand, weighing them in front of Anthony while he made his decision. "There may or may not be some vegetables in there, too. I hear they're good for you, but I'm not so sure."
This was nice, wasn't it? Em couldn't remember the last time she'd spent any amount of time with someone her own age. Everyone she worked with was in their upper 30's at least, and they all treated her like a child, most of the time. "Take your pick. I'll eat either one."