"Oh my gosh, no, not at all! Help yourself," she smiled, sliding her bag over to give Ceyda more space. Work had been tiresome, to say the least, and the sounds of chicken nachos, French fries, and cider filled the air. People-watching had become an easy pastime, and with the locals greeting her as they passed by, Josie received a handful of random updates—some welcomed and others she certainly could have lived without. Tossing a few fries into her mouth, she looked at Ceyda and said, "You look like you had a long day too. Please, help yourself to some," as she pushed the basket their way. "Do you want to talk about it?"