Never used to know what that meant. [Shopping local was the only option back in the day. Before the big companies came in and either bought everyone out or pushed them out. Now it seems like there's an overwhelming amount of options, and yet everything is more or less the same. There might be more variations in cuisines, flavours, people and all that, but. Things somehow felt less... homogenous, before. A little more random. A good kind of not knowing what you're going to get. Now he kind of knows what's going to be on the menu in a place like this and roughly what it all is going to taste like before he even sets foot inside. Or maybe that's just grumpy old him talking, having tried a lot of different things throughout the years.]

Not many places left that were here since before the war. [If the alien invasion didn't take them out, the blip did. Somehow it feels simultaneously like the place he's always known, and completely foreign at the same time.

He follows her to an unoccupied corner and sits down quietly, checking over his shoulder to see what he's turning his back to before making himself comfortable.]

This is the most normal abnormal thing we've done. [Does it feel uncomfortable?]