unfamiliar shores

Elizabeth

Elizabeth smiles at his own fluctuating confliction, but her attention ultimately turns to the flipping coin that glints in the sunlight, curious as to what their outcome would be. Her head tilts to watch, then she leans forward to inspect the verdict. 

Tails. 

She can't say she's upset, more than happy with whatever delicious smells are flowing from the stand, yet his own proposition has her laughing lightly. "Well, that's a fantastic idea. Maybe we should have just done that to begin with." Although sharing food with a stranger isn't something most people would suggest straight off the cuff. It makes her wonder what it says about him, whether he's trusting, kind, or simply pragmatic. Setting aside the thought for now, she adds, "You can even try some of my clam chowder if you want."

Another sigh escapes as she's about to step back in line, a realization hitting her. "I haven't the faintest idea what to do about sides though. I think there are a few too many options to flip a coin. Maybe I'll just tell them to pick something random... or forgo the extra food altogether." Clam chowder and calamari alone are quite a meal, and she'd hate to waste food that she can't finish, but she looks to the young man, curious what his thoughts were since they seem to be sharing anyways.

Dive into the sea of thought,
and find there pearls beyond price.