Somehow it's more stressful when the vehicle is stopping and starting so much compared to traveling at high speeds. The more populated areas of the Silverton section of Vossden were fairly busy this time of night as the auto-pilot navigated all the traffic.
My stomach had been unhappy with me since the small protein bar I ate and the small amount of foraging I'd done. So the neon sign for [Cluckers, Grill 'n Wings] called to me like the oasis mirage in a desert.
I'd eaten before I found her in my apartment, but really only snacked until now. All after spending hours around Martha's chickens without being able to do anything about the temptation...
Quick as I can, I reroute the destination. The parking lot it pulled up to was busy but not packed, with a mix of work trucks and sedans. Suggesting that the fare inside appealed to both blue-collar workers grabbing dinner and possibly office types.
