Made out of napkins, she found herself mouthing, mouthing words for the second time in one day. It wasn't too unusual for her, really, but still! Made of napkins, really!?
The Gear returned in record time, even bringing a plastic knife, which caused her to gasp and praise him for forethought, that which had saved many a soul and killed far too many. She gently placed one napkin over her chest, passing the paper plates between them.
"What kinds of things does he put on it? I'm more used to chicken and artichoke heart and spinach types of things on mine, to be honest."