"Fish, supposedly," Red joked back with a small smile as she settled herself down to sit. She was wearing a yellow summer dress with a pair of matching sandals, and as usual her short red hair was an organized mess of red waves.

She took a bite of one of the chips, a barely-less-greasy french fry that was so salty it made her eyes crinkle for a second. Red grinned across the table at the stranger. "You've an array, so I think that makes you the expert. What do you recommend here? Do you have a favorite?"