Kijani followed him, rather pleased like he'd helped her out of his vehicle. Rather gentlemanly of him. "Buffet King. I don't think I've ever heard of it." She opened the door, and the scent of grease hit her nose before anything else. It was not really unpleasant. It still smelled like food, just... cheap food. Even so, her empty stomach grumbled. "Oh... I guess I'm hungrier than I thought. What are the prices, Taylor?" She managed to get a look at the buffet line. "Fried rice, eggrolls, chicken wings, chow mein..." She turned to him, confused. "A Chinese buffet? All the way out here?"