"Oh, gods, no more potatoes, please," Reno laughed, practically pleading. "The only thing they can actually get to last all the way into Edge is freakin' potatoes. On days where there ain't much to pick in the garden I got goin', it's potatoes. I feel Irish, or some junk."

He'd actually learned enough about Earth to know that potatoes and redheads were kinda Irish or something. See, he totally deserved a cookie for that one.

"But a burger? That, I'd be all over, yo."