"Don't worry, I got you covered. Like I'm gonna make a kid pay for his own meal." York snorts, looking a touch amused. She can tell this is his hesitant way of accepting, and hell, she can't blame him for being suspicious. Maybe she came on too strong, sure, and she gets that -- ordinarily she'd have played it cool, but she wasn't sure there was the leisure for that in a place like this. But hey, maybe after a meal he'll halfway trust her. It's worth a shot.

York gives him a slightly rueful grin, shaking her head. "Sorry, Marco, I think we're a ways from good old American fast food. But I'm pretty sure I can find us somethin'. There's a decent diner-type joint somewhere around here, mostly caters to humans."