"Disallowed, yeah? Have to wonder what happens when that rule gets broken."

You know, because it will. And shit if this linen isn't half as comfortable as her old worn leather, but fine, she's not complaining. Out loud anyway. Chloe kicks the dust off her feet once the solid, compact earth of the road is under her sandals. Resists the urge to stare at passing traffic as they close in on distant shapes. "Well if they really do eat outdoors here, we'll have trouble finding enough shade for someone your size."