She never fails to disappoint. Kamala ducks under his arm like an excited puppy after its favorite treat. Really it's fairly accurate. She's as endlessly hungry as one too now. Thanks, superpowers! "Kay, but what do we call it? That thing we never talk about with Ammi? Fight Club?" Kamala questions before staring at the meat ahead of them like she's ready to jump over the counter to get it.

She just barely reigns it long enough to announce: "I'll take three #3s. Like as soon as possible. Can I get a sample too? Is that a thing here?" She'll just ignore them staring at her like she's either high or crazy. Maybe both.