I took the child by the hand and lead them to an expensive restaurant with a diverse menu. That way, the child could choose anything they wanted and I wouldn't have to deal with a picky eater. The fragrant smell of meat wafted to our noses from the street. The child drooled desiring whatever was causing the mouth-watering smell. It was clear that the child wanted to eat here which was a bit of a relief for me.
When we entered, the waitress scowled at us. "Sir. This place won't suit your tastes. There are cheaper restaurants down the road." I pulled out a handful of coins and the lady gasped. She bowed quickly and spoke respectfully as if she was worried I would leave, "Terribly sorry good sir. Follow me."
After we sat down, I looked at the child, "Want do you want to eat? They have everything."
"Do they have meat?"
"Mmn."
"What kind?"
"Every kind."
"Even bird?"
"Mmn."
"What about rabbit?"
"Mmn."
"And chicken?"
