Eat a Good Meal

The Barkeep glances up, hunger plain in her eyes. “What I need is a meal. A damn good meal. It doesn’t matter if it’s after a long night here or on a day off—I want something sublime for a change.”

The Patron nods. “Yeah, nothing beats food prepared with intention and care. And if it’s cooked with imagination too, all the better.”

She sighs. “Only problem is, the good places take more than I’ve got. I just got back from a spa trip and change is in the air; it’s hard to justify spending this kind of money on myself.”

The Patron shrugs. “Tell you what—birthday meal’s on me. So what do you want?”