From the Horse's mouth

"Could you spare some time to chat with an old woman, Ami? It's been so long since I've had company."

I nodded wordlessly and pulled out another Big Mac. When I took a bite, the juices from the fast food burger tasted like heaven. I closed my eyes and savored the simple pleasure. 

I felt alive from the taste, its flavor dancing on my taste buds. Pleasure swelled in my body as I became grateful that I was born when McDonald's existed.

"Here Ami, wash it down with this."

Isolde, who seemed to enjoy my expression with a smile, took out a couple of glasses and poured out what looked like ale. Seeing my surprise, Isolde let out a seductive laugh as she approached. Didn't she love her husband? She was sitting much too close for comfort.

"Germans like beer, Ami. I like wheat beer best. Even though I have lived a long time, I still return to Earth every day. Although I have never had a Hamburger Royal. I usually eat bratwurst."