Gracelyn adjusted the chains around her hips. She wrapped them in neat circles and made sure they were tight. Turning around to talk to Jericho, Gracelyn thought. She really wasn't too picky, and would eat most stuff thrown her way. She thought about for a small while, finally making her mind up.

"Hey, since we're in charge of our own food, why don't you choose our food? I'm not too picky, and you probably are a better connoisseur than I am. Besides, if I had to choose, we'd be here all day, trying to decide."

Gracelyn fidgeted with her sickles, trying to adjust them around the fronts of her hip.