Elena catches the happy meal with a huff. "Do you not understand the concept of a joke?" She fishes five dollars out of her wallet and sticks it in his pocket. She pats the pocket and walks back to Adelia, offering her a french fry. "Want one? Not you, Sekhmet. These french fries don't dip well in blood. Your host." [b]'Joking with Sekhmet. This will be entertaining.'[/b]