"I mean some place that's not going to be overrun by drunk idiots who are going to grope on me or possibly throw up on me in the same breath.." Her nose wrinkled a bit. "I am, and you know we can't give the turkeys to the psych patients, most of them would eat the paper mache." When he put down the game, she lifted her head up, "Yeah if you're hungry. I could go for pancakes." She didn't know where they would have pancakes though.