Erin looks over at the new voice, her plate piled high with sweets, the coconut shrimp she is eternally raiding from here, and near her is a second plate with a concession to actual nutrition in the form of rice, salad, and, ugh, plainer proteins. She flashes the newcomer a guilty grin and waves the plate in a small motion.

"I can't speak for anyone else but my standards are somewhere between starving gutter rat and street urchin, so..." A little shrug. "Stellar's available if you like fancy."

Playfully: "Or were you looking to rant a bit, new friend?"