"Ah, student food." River recognized it immediately, she had been a professor for a long time, and she knew what sort of healthy food and veg tended to wind up in a student dining hall on a regular basis. Even though they were always meant to be improving, she found that whenever she went over there, it was limp salad or some sort of faux Asian recipe where they were floating in goopy and tasteless sauce. For some reason felt it was almost her duty to get some actual food into this girl.
"How do you feel about shaking it up a bit? There's an excellent sushi place near my house, along with Indian and Mexican and basically practically anything else you can think of. And if we can't find it there, then maybe we can find it elsewhere." By elsewhere, River meant anywhere in time and space, except of course heading back to the time when Abigail's mother was alive and she could be warned about what it was to come.