Antiope frowned down at the circle of meat inside an equally round roll of bread. There was a slice of yellow on it, and something she could identify as onions from the smell. It ws probably good to eat - she did not think that any of the food here had been poisoned - but why would anyone mash up a perfectly good steak to turn it into this?

"Excuse me," she called to the blonde woman who was making her way down the waterfront nearby. "Are you familiar with this kind of food?"