[She is not afraid, per se, but she's wary as all hell. To be expected with her at this point, maybe, but she does hover closer to Frank's side as they walk. She soaks in all the sights -- registers every sign, any menu, the set-up of the booths. The woman walks over to ask cheerily to seat them, but Laura already goes wandering to the nearest cleared booth to slide in.
... Kids, you know. She doesn't offer so much as a glance or word before she reaches for the grape jelly packets in the container on the table. Apparently she's hungrier than she'd let on.]
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... Kids, you know. She doesn't offer so much as a glance or word before she reaches for the grape jelly packets in the container on the table. Apparently she's hungrier than she'd let on.]