if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail hadn't considered the possibility that maybe Alexis didn't live here after all. She was entirely certain that the woman was somewhere around here and this lady clearly was here in what she assumed was off hours so she must live around here too - right? This all seemed very logical as far as Abby was concerned and yet, her thoughts of Alexis were quickly diverted by that near overwhelming sense of curiosity by what was currently being shoved in this lovely new stranger's mouth. Her eyes widened in awe of this new found...food....thing. Abigail was entirely unaware of that near picturesque view of near innocent sweetness she embodied in that singular moment. Her gaze was entirely focused on this new found woman and her equally as exotic food. That sniff only prompted Abigail to blink, that sudden wiping of that sauce and juice upon that hand hardly bothered her in the slightest. Although Abigail herself had been taught to be the epitome of politeness - she had lived in a rather isolated village in the heart of the Himalayan mountain range. Manners were a very flexible thing where she was from. In some cultures, burping was a complete compliment, after all!

That inquiry of who she was talking of, however, momentarily caused that look upon her features to falter, her lips pressed together ever so slightly in a small frown. "Alexis." She repeated that singular word quite clearly and yet, there was the beginning trendle of doubt that was creeping within her. Maybe she had been wrong? Maybe she assumed wrong? Hm...she could check out that coffee place Alexis was talking about...except that she didn't know what that coffee place was called. "How many coffee places are there in the city?" She inquired quite abruptly, a look of consideration falling upon her features. "Are there a lot? Have you had coffee before?" Maybe this big city only had one fancy coffee place? She'd only tasted icky black coffee before and yet this lady certainly had her array of exotic food. Maybe she'd tried Alexis' super fancy coffee? It was that very idea of all those things that Abigail hadn't tried that prompted her to eye that cheeseburger and french fries. She couldn't help that question that wear near blurted from her lips, those squishy looking french fries were wholly mystifying to her. They were just so....squishy. Squishy squishy squishy.

Her hazel eyes shifted from the young woman to that mysterious food and back again, entirely aware of that peculiar look she was being given. What had she done? Abigail eyed that bag that was slowly pushed towards her with a sense of curiosity, that suggestion that she should 'knock herself out' was definitely welcoming. That was an invitation right? Slowly, Abby pulled out the seat across from her newfound friend, flopping in the chair before she reached into the bag to pull out several different items. She could hardly help the way she squished that french fry, a sound of delight leaving her lips, at least, until she discovered those chicken nuggets. "What's this??" She inquired, as she picked up that first chicken nugget, her fingernails digging into that piece of food only to split it open. She eyed the inside of that nugget, before she slowly leaned forward to sniff it inquisitively. "Is it good?" She whispered, glancing up at the woman across from her. In that moment, Abigail was entirely trusting her newest friend on this whole....food thing. Surely if she was eating it, it couldn't be that bad right? Tentatively, her lips parted only for her tongue to cautiously lick the inside of that nugget. Her eyes widened, entirely baffled by this. WHAT WAS THIS?