Irene shook her head at her man.  "I'm above such base things as cravings, Mr. Markham."  She glanced down at her vest and trousers, her shirt buttoned up like a dandy, pin an all.  If he thought she was lovely dressed like a man...  "I fear your brains have been addled by too much sun and too much sex.  I need to get you to the doctor straight away," she said, reaching to take Sam's arm.<br/><br/>She grabbed hold and led him from the room, down the stairs, and through the saloon proper to the window into the kitchen.  She looked in and didn't see her new friend, the cook.  "What time is it, Sam?"  Irene stood on tip toe to look in and sighed.  "Appears to be siesta time.  Let's go to the tea house.  If they aren't to your liking, we can try the mercantile and we'll just build us a fire and make what we want...that we can cook over and open flame...on a stick..."  She smiled, linked arms with Sam and led him to the doors.<br/>_______________________________<br/>(yes, I'm adding businesses...)