"They'd find a way. Bird feet aren't sexy enough for American audiences."

She took a bite of the crust-- all that was left of the slice, which had disappeared in a record amount of time.

"... You got anything to drink? Like soda or something."

She'd ask for a beer, but she didn't want to get inebriated tonight. Not right after she spilled the beans about this. There were still several other jars of beans she DIDN'T want spilled.