Finch frowned as the platter of what barely passed as eggs was placed in front of him.

He thought momentarily about complaining to the barkeep but decided against it.

Shoulders slumped in defeat as he took a bite of the substance. Chewed twice. Swallowed. With all his might he tried to keep the food down.

Finch glanced around a the room for a moment. Two young men were engaged in a conversation of sorts. One spun on his chair like an idiot.

Finch was about to interject in the conversation when he noticed a young women glance at him and then at his food before ordering a beer and a water.

He chuckled to himself at the thought of drinking beer this early in the morning and returned to his 'meal' .