if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
It had become quite clear to Abigail that her newfound friend did not know Alexis. This, of course, was a mystery all in itself. Alexis had lived here....hadn't she? Maybe her new friend didn't live here? Or maybe Alexis left and her new friend started living here afterwards? Of course that only left her wondering where Alexis might have ran off too. She knew well of that coffee bar that the girl had once spoken of working at. It wasn't an awful shot to try to find it...was it? That inquiry that left her lips in the wake of that thought certainly seemed random by any means and yet Abigail merely met that blank stare with an equally blank one of her own. That admittance that the sheer number of coffee stores within that busy metropolis prompted a small frown upon young Abigail's features. Hm....this might take a lot longer than she thought to find Alexis' coffee store. Still, she supposed she had the time....she could visit like...one a week or something right? Her hazel gaze refocused upon her newfound friend as Minn continued with her rather vague explanation of whether or not she'd had coffee before. The girl's nose scrunched ever so slightly. She was certainly not helpful. Oh well. That was okay, Abigail was already distracted by what her friend was eating. After all, that was something equally new to the girl.

She hardly hesitated to explore that paper bag that was shoved into her direction, the young woman taking out one of everything inside with an unrelentless curiosity. She squished a french fry between her fingertips, near delighted by the consistency of it before her attention turned abruptly towards a rather curious box. In mere moments Abigail had plucked a chicken nugget from the depths of it, the young woman questioning what it was as she tore it open only to experimentally sniff and, in turn, lick the inside of that bizarre white...meat...substance...thing. She was unaware, in that moment, at just how well her new friend had picked up on the girl's normal diet. Salads and fruits and vegetables took up a large portion of the things she shoved in her mouth. That wasn't to say she was against meat! She had meat like every night but this....thing didn't even look like normal meat. It was all....weird...still...it didn't taste bad per say, at least not from her initial lick.

She glanced up near quizzically at that mention of 'carbs and preservatives'. Somehow, that didn't sound like it should taste good. Abigail eyed that chicken nugget in her fingers with some measure of weariness even as the woman across from her continued to speak. It was that mention of McDonald's, however, that saw her shake her head ever so slightly, pausing only for her features to brighten as a light bulb of sorts went off in her head, the girl connecting the dots slowly but surely. "Wait! Is that the building with the big yellow M?" She inquired, drawing the letter in the air with her chicken nugget. She'd seen it on the street sometimes but she'd never stopped inside to investigate. Still, it was her friend's insistence that this thing was good that saw Abigail eventually shove those pieces of chicken into her mouth, the girl chewing on that food almost thoughtfully. This was like....weird. It wasn't bad though. Just....weird. She reached out for that french fry again, glancing back up at her companion. "What's this?" She inquired, bending it within her fingers. It was all....greasy and...salty. Even she could see those little flecks of salt on her fingers. Hm...she'd have to ask Arlo if he used to eat McDonalds too now. Was this like...something everyone enjoyed?! Gawd, she felt so behind on these food thingies!