She snickered, popping some of the fried batter into her mouth and chewing on it. It shouldn't be as good as it is, but she can't help it. It's all about the batter, and it tastes best here. Ben is also far more willing to roll with her weird tastes than is Diana at the Four Suits, so there's that, too. One more crack, one more moan, and then she relaxes fully.

"Dante's Inferno, plus the reader's guide and Cliffsnotes to go with it. And my notes. Have you ever actually had to read this?" It was amazing, sure, but she didn't want to be tested on it. This was hard stuff, and it sort of made her head hurt, just a little bit. That might be because of the late-night cram session, though.