"I guess it is pretty obvious." Abigail said with a chuckle. There was no embarrassment in it. She was a student after all. If anything, she took pride in attending university. It was more than her dream self had done.
"Shaking it up would be cool." She could use a change, no matter how small. She thought back over the meals she tried in her life, and strangely, the one that came to mind was one from her dreams. Hannibal's high life for eggs - an egg dish that her served her in the evening. "Some one made a meal for me once. He said a chef in Spain invented it in the nineteenth century." She wouldn't say who the someone was. It was a good memory though, a rare thing from the dreams. "Do you know any places with Spanish dishes? Or places with all day breakfast?"