[Funkduder]

Gawain only took a second to look around the street of New York. His stomach growled as he realized that if he wanted food, it would be a better idea to head towards the lights. Refrigerators, failing after the electricity had gone out, gathered flies within days. Lights meant energy. Energy meant refrigeration. Refrigeration meant good food.
"I'm going to find that out," he said. Already, he was treating the girl on better terms than usual.
If she was that type than she would stare at the coaster, let alone talk to me...
"And what about you?" he asked.