|down a concourse in the Reading Terminal Market.|
|This is candy. Pretty, pretty candy.|
|At the risk of being obvious,|
these are emu eggs. $10.00 each.
|one of about a zillion food purveyors in the Market.|
Our server: Can I bring you anything? More bread?
(there is still bread in the basket. but we are hungry.)
Me: Sure. It'll be our back-up bread.