Excuses were inconsequential; he was here, she was hungry, and those were the only facts that mattered. She continued dragging him along the cement footpath, past the picnic tables, and towards the unmistakable aroma of food.

The park center had become a popular gathering spot of both commercial and local vendors alike over the years, so the scent produced was an amalgamation of several dishes and cuisines. It might be hard for an untrained outsider to pick out one over another, but Trucy was a local, and her nose was well calibrated. She could taste the curry already!

"To Eldoon's!" she announced. "He's got the best curry and ramen in all of Los Angeles, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise!"