"Well," Levi began, drawing the word out in thought. "I guy I met in culinary school used to joke about it being an untapped market. One night we got a little drunk and started really thinking about it. You know, sanitary issue and stuff. He knew my goal wasn't a restaurant, but a food truck business and he thought it would be perfect because, poof," Levi lifts his fists and then opens his fingers as he says 'poof.'

"No more sanitary issues."

There's something intense about Vena's eyes staring at him, even if they're heavily lidded and read (to him) as sleepy. "This," another gesture, motioning vaguely to what's going on all around them. "Isn't something I'd do. I'm not going to judge all these people though. They're all adults. I'm not the kind to catastrophize and worry about the what-ifs and all the possible bad outcomes. To me, this isn't much different than people who go to a night club or sit around someone's table rolling dice while pretending to be someone else. They're all just doing something that's fun to them."