It was a spread that would've made any Mexico City vendor green with envy:
A wide variety of tacos, tortillas, gorditas, tamales, quesadillas, empalmes, burritos, tostadas and an armada of tortas, fitting every culinary meaning of the word. Baked beans and chilly in cauldron-sized dishes, stacked well above the rim, and steaming slightly. Spices of all varieties and strength, their collective aroma making the fox digimon's eyes and mouth water.
It all provided a stark contrast to the assortment of tonics, sodas and other soft, or energy drinks provided to wash down the spicy meal. They were separated: soft drinks in plastic bottles, of all sizes, energy drinks in cans, and at the very back, stood a single, clear-glass bottle with a colorless liquid inside of it.
"Hmmm..." she mused, eyeing the food with increasing hunger "I think I may just..."
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