It was a pretty unassuming little place in a block with a book, comic and electronic store. The inside was bright and colourful with several tables. The menu was over the counter, written in chalk. Behind the counter was a Japanese man in his mid-fifties who smiles as you enter.

"Hello," said Yasmin, smiling brightly. "May I please order a danish, a cookie and a special blend coffee?"

She hoped that she didn't have to pretend to be specific about kinds of cookie or whatever.

"Certainly," the man said, taking an opague bag, filling it with a cherry danish, a chocolate chip cookie and something from under the counter. He also poured a coffee into a small mug. "Here you are, that will be seven dollars and fifty cents."

Yasmin paid, took a seat and tried cookie and coffee... and incidentally attempted to see what else was in the bag.

The baked goods were obviously homemade and good. Inside the bag was a small package wrapped in butcher's paper. It seemed to be about two or two and a half pounds.

Excellent.  Unlike some, she had no need to rush this home, but it was enough for the whole family to at least have a decent meal.  She started home.

You and Rania arrive at the cafe. The same man as before was working behind the counter.

There had been enough Meat in that last package for a few days, and Yasmin didn't want to push the local supply, considering that there were others who needed it beyond her family.

"Today, I think I'll have two of those cinnamon-sugar donuts and a black coffee," she said, longing for traditional flavors, or close enough.  "What about you, Rania?"

"That sounds good. I'll have the same," Rania said.

The old man nodded and quickly got the food.