"I'll defer to your experience," I say, digging into the salad with more gusto than necessary, if only to celebrate the fact that it tastes like actual food. Here, I make a point of savoring every bite, knowing the likelihood that I'll have to dash off to save someone at any given moment is slim to none. There's no need for convenience. I chew slowly, thoughtfully, taking the time to appreciate the textures, the flavors.

I smile around my latest mouthful, swallowing.

"I've got the legs for heels, but not the patience."