River considered it for a moment and then she nodded. "I do know of a quite good tapas place not too far from my flat. They're right up the street from the hipster place that does all local wild game which seems a bit like an oxymoron if you ask me." There wasn't exactly loads of wildlife hanging about where they are at least not of the sort that Melody was used to eating. "We're not exactly surrounded by woods full of animals here."
She eased onto the highway towards her house, putting the windows up as she did so. The convertible top was still open of course, but this would give them the ability to have a conversation without screaming too much at each other. Granted, River could make herself heard almost anywhere, but somehow she thought that Abigail might not be able to do that, given everything she'd mentioned on the network about dreams.