"No." Marco shakes his head decisively. "I don't want something from home. I want something new."

His mother's cooking is wonderful, don't get him wrong, but if he gets it here, it's going to make him cry again, and Marco is tired of crying. For however long he has here, he needs to appreciate it, to treasure it. He needs to be good, so Jean can be good too.

Marco hoists himself off the couch and falls in step beside Jean. "What other kinds of food do they have?"