Evie watched the waitress with captivating eyes that oogled the food like it was long lost treasure or something, the light lick of her lips clearly said all hope was lost for this dish surviving long enough for a take home box. Table manners were barely claimed as a napkin was spread in a lap the movement so sharp it was cat to the floor. Silverware was hastily grip and the chicken sloopily cut before it was taken into a zone of no return,<br/><br/>"Oooo so goooood." Came the praise as Evie cupped her hands together under her chin wiggling her upper half in the bliss of flavors, she opened her eyes to view her elder yet reliable companion, "Thanks for suggesting this! Food is always better prepared, how is yours?" Eyes peered a bit sidelong eyeing the fish and the bread with an eye-eating face.