I suppose... [ She thinks of the fruits and vegetables and glances back toward the shelves briefly, considering. Finally she looks over at Booker, spoon in hand, brightening a touch more than she'd been. ]

That sounds really wonderful. "Variety’s the very spice of life that gives it all its flavor," isn't it? [ Or so they say. She takes a thoughtful sip of soup, then a drink of water. ] If you could have any one... meal, say, right now, then what would it be?