"Meat," Steve said immediately. "Real meat, grilled, that I can chew on and not suck through a straw."

Maybe Steve was still a little miffed about all the hospital food he'd been forced to eat not too long ago.

He found a small bench not far from the stalls, and had Miku claim it while he bought them both a small array of food-- some of that grilled meat, a bag of small colorful beanlike-pellets, and some kind of pink rope wrapped around a stick. "Okay, I kind of picked based on colors, but they told me everything here was something actually edible," he said.