Nyteshaed shrugged at Morgan's comment. [color=CC0000]"More for me."[/color] She said.
The greasy strips of death were just what her headache was craving and she piled her plate high. She filled a pancake with bacon and eggs and nearly drowned it in syrup. Not bothering with a fork or knife, she folded the meal up like a taco and dug in with an almost sexual groan. She paused to lick up a drip of syrup and grease that was running down her arm before continuing with her feast. Her mind began to clear, but her thoughts remained on the breakfast taco. She made a mental note to remember this in the future and wondered why she hadn't thought of it sooner.