The girl plonks down on an abandoned stoop, plopping the bags down next to her. She wastes no time in grabbing a burger out of one of them and unwrapping it-- unleashing an explosion of smells.

Hot grilled beef, salty bacon, onions and pickles, that magic mixture of ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise...

It's enough to set anyone's mouth watering, even if you aren't a meat-eating swamp horse on the verge of starvation.

Heather chomps down with relish, not bothering to swallow more than half a mouthful before speaking up. Table manners with this pair are seemingly nonexistent.

"Man, no offense're anything, but Texas sucks."