Ciel had seen a lot of grins coming from a lot of people. And that hint of relief only confirmed to him that there was something in that bag that his new friend was trying to get rid of. Now what it could be, that was all up in the air. But for now, he'd roll things at face value and try to get away from his fascination with the network and all the stuff that'd been going on with it lately.

So he makes a gesture down the boardwalk, "There's a couple places I like down this way. One of 'em has a more island-y type menu; so you'd see stuff like teriyaki burgers and sliders there. The other one's a quarter mile past that; more gourmet. One of those fancy stands where if you ask for the works, they'll probably give you portobello mushrooms and the cheese 'd be something you can't pronounce... but it's good shit."