"It is... like... Romeo... and Juliet." She admitted, looking frustrated with her own speech. She took another bite of her sandwich, carefully chewing and swallowing the piece before speaking, again. "Though... it... speaks... of more... racial... tensions, and... gang... violence... of the... 1950's."

Alisa moved to eat some of the strange mix that Mary gave it. It was not too weird, and had an interesting flavor to it.

"This... is good..."