That's putting it nicely. But, one day, once I figure out how what exact esoteric ritual I must perform in order file a complaint with them, I'll be sure to let them know how poorly being stingy with bacon reflects on them. Honestly.

( she shrugs, and then grins. he's a fellow after her own heart, talking like that. ) Now that could never be a mis-steak even if we're in the middle of Maker-knows-where.