Glazed duck with orange confit, a side of greens, and a glass of ride wine. [A beat.] Barring that, a chicken sandwich will do.

[Honestly, the chicken sandwich sounds just as good as the duck right now, if not better. She ignored breakfast this morning against the better wishes of her stomach and now she's paying the price of it.

She shifts in her chair and eyes him a bit before answering, reluctantly:] Snow.

[Apart from throwing her in the van he hasn't done anything else untoward her (yet). All the same, he doesn't get any further explanation than that, at least for the moment.]