Although she had about a thousand questions, Ariadne swallowed them. She knew what 'lunch' was, and she knew exactly how hungry she was. The last thing she needed to do was annoy him into changing his mind.

Especially when the air was tinged with spices.

...admittedly, they weren't spices she recognized, but Ariadne had learned not to be picky.

She nodded, anyway. "All right..."