Laura wasn't quite sure how to react to the phrase 'How quaint', but then she was used to hearing it when the person was being dismissive. Confused, but unwilling to let it bother her too much, she turned her attention to one food truck in particular. They had limited menus, due to having limited kitchens, but that didn't bother her.
“I like the look of the Mediterranean Mama,” she said, pausing in front of the vehicle that bore a banner with the name and a proud 'mama' drawn on it. “And their Meze Trio of tabbouleh, hummus, and baba ghanoush, served with pita crisps. Oh, and a peach juice.” She looked up at Mr. Blackbird. “Will you be eating from the same truck or one of the others?”
“I like the look of the Mediterranean Mama,” she said, pausing in front of the vehicle that bore a banner with the name and a proud 'mama' drawn on it. “And their Meze Trio of tabbouleh, hummus, and baba ghanoush, served with pita crisps. Oh, and a peach juice.” She looked up at Mr. Blackbird. “Will you be eating from the same truck or one of the others?”