Cynthia came into the Café. She wouldn't normally have eaten at a restaurant, but after an incident with the Ministry toilet entrances, her lunch was soaked. The thing was, Cynthia had a little bit of a fear of restaurants. She always made her own food because you never know when something could be baked in peanut oil or have made cross-contamination with peanuts, which would make her go into anaphylactic shock and die. TMI, she thought to herself.
She was still surveying the menu as the waiter came.
"What can I get you, ma'am?" he asked.
"Do your tuna sandwiches have anything with peanuts?" She doubted it, but she had to make sure.
"No, they have tuna, lettuce, mayonnaise, and bread."
"Okay, I'll get that, then."
"Would ya like a drink with that?"
"No thank you."