[He hasn't had an appetite since the first truth booth. Anger and anxiety have everything boiling roiling and it makes for a poor desire to eat. He may grab something here though... it does smell alright.

He is also looking over the booths looking for anything that might catch his eye.]

Outings? [He can't help but snort a bit. He doesn't want to call them dates either so this is fine.] From alright to horrid. I often think these locations are being picked to mock me in particular. And before you say that's paranoid... They put me on a cruise ship.