Vala asked for one of everything, than took it to a back table.

Yup, chicken, chicken, chicken, and a nice glass of chicken broth to top it off.

Break up with Cam, get grazed on a not-nearly-as-profitable-as-it-should-have-been job, get somehow shanghaied into the school play, then hear from the radio that Cam had apparently already moved on. And now this.

She beat her head slowly on the table. She was never voluntarily eating chicken again for as long as she lived.