The two of them pulled up wire chairs to a linoleum-top table in a mirrored corner. A faint purple hectographed menu was stuck between appropriately colored plastic squeeze bottles labeled MUSTARD and BLOOD.
Danniels knew what the menu would say but he unfolded it and checked.
Steaks
Plankton .90
Juicy, rich-red tantalizing hamburger .17
Accessories
Mashed potatoes .40
Delectable oysters, all you can eat .09
Peas .35
Rich, fragrant cheese, large slice .02
Drinks
Coke .50
Milk, the forbidden wine of nature .01
Coffee (without) .50
Coffee (with) .02
A fat girl in white came to the table.
Danniels tossed the menu on the table. "I'll take the meat dinner," he said.
The teen-ager stared hard at the table top. "So will I."
"Good citizens," the waitress said, but the revulsion crept into her voice over the professional hardness.
Danniels looked carefully at his companion. "You aren't used to ordering meat."