[ are we splitting hairs on americas now? peggy's mouth quirks into a half-smirk -- vestigial humour after her laughter, taking its time as it drains from her expression. ]

I can't speak to waffle fries. [ waffles? that are fries? alright, she might be a bit intrigued. ] But I've taken more than a few working lunches en route at a hot dog cart. Beggars can't be choosers, as they say. And not every lodging house I've lived in has come with food included in the rent.

[ she's not above street meat. far from it, no matter how the red velvet makes it seem. ]