Iggy, there's real steak in there? Who did we kill? [Probably no one. Or maybe a cow. Still, she's downright shocked that there's real meat and not just fish in there--but wait.

Isn't there a kid who doesn't eat fish on the train? She wasn't sure, but Renee thought she'd heard that somewhere in passing. And that thought just stops her in her tracks. She can't eat someone else's steaks--no matter how badly she might want to. And boy, does she.]

No, hold on. I think there's someone who can't eat fish here, that's probably theirs. I can't do that. I might be tired of salmon, but I can eat it, you know? [With some whining, but there's always some whining with her, when it comes down to it.]

So salmon...and you do that, I trust you. [At least as far as cooking and food was concerned, that is.]