"Want to get a different kinda wine?" Jamie asks, sniffing at his own after swirling it around in his glass.
"Not particularly," Carla says. "It's different from what I'm used to, but not bad."
Jamie looks at the bottle and lifts an eyebrow. "Bovine Farms? Never heard of that place," he lets off a low humph, and then shrugs and puts down the bottle. "Oh well."
He lifts his glass to his lips and takes a light sip. "Hmm, it is good. Kinds bitter, but good still."
At that point, the waiter comes back, and places two plates of salad on the table. Salad in the loosest of terms. They're each a small chunk of grassy sod on a plate.
"Would you care for some fresh cracked pepper?" Ge asks.
"Are you serious? This is just a chunk of grass, we don't even have any silverwa-" Jamie is interrupted by the most bizarre sight. Carla has her face buried in her plate of grass, and is munching at it with immense gusto.
"Carla, what are you doing?" Jamie asks as the waiter quickly slips away. "Carla, answer me!"
He reaches across the table and puts his hand on her shoulder. In surprise, she lifts her head...