The scent of food caught her attention almost immediately after letting Eleven help her out of the gondola and to her feet. "Oh, that smells like heaven," the little finger foods at the fancy party she'd half-stumbled out of had been nice, but this smelled like real, solid, regular commonfolk food, and it was a wonderful thing.

"Do you think we'll need our masks?" Lily posed the question over her shoulder, already walking towards the warm glow of the eatery's open doors, eager to get her hands on decidedly not tiny, substantive food.