She simpers up at him.

"Look at you. City boy, all accustomed t'the wild."

Her glance is teasing before she returns to the plates and plastic containers. If Tommy's distressed by the wide assortment of vegetables that make up most of the meal, he can find solace in the fact that nearly every single one is deep fried. There's chicken and potato salad besides, and two wedges of hot cornbread.

She quietly admits:

"I could get used t'this, too."