"It's just tossed on that?" She indicates the grill, taking out the vegetables first, then one slice of the meat. Annie has no idea what he means about Haggis. Food is only picky to her for being preservative laden. Past that, edible was edible.

Her younger years had not been plentiful ones.

The sizzling and scent that rose from the small grill was enticing enough she breathes in deep, exhaling nice and slow. "Boring lets you see the exciting all the more clearly, I guess."

She opts not to touch the sauces. It's usually the better course of action for her.