Key smiled. "Great! You don't have any food allergies do you? Or like veganism? Is that the right word?" he pondered as he pulled open the little fridge. Inside, he'd crammed all sorts of food, half of the healthy sort and half of the very opposite of that. The bread sat on a shelf and he yanked that out along with some packages of deli meats. He had to crouch down and rummage some to find a fresh tomato and some lettuce which sounded like a perfectly good sandwich to him. "I usually toast my bread and put mayo on it. How about you?" he asked when he turned back to Priscilla.