Meat is still such a largess in her eyes that the fact it can be so easily purchased and so readily consumed still feels novel, even after almost a year in this place. Sixteen years plus of something otherwise makes it a surprise each time she remembers.

"Pork? I don't mind pork." She indicates the one that reads as pork on the menu, tapping a finger on the number to its left. If he enjoys it, then better for that. Annie doesn't live to service herself on those kinds of pleasures. She won't eat so much of the meat, so having something that Hide will eat without reserve and enjoys simply makes sense to her.

"This looks fine." She withdraws her hand, shifting her attention to the grill while the waitress comes back with two red cups of water. She figures he can order for them.