"All the beeves, gotcha." He replied, smile going a little crooked, "Sit tight, I'll be right back, then we'll see if we can't find someplace to sit and eat."

They had, apparently, just beaten the lunch rush, which was just fine with Iggy, as it meant he was in and out fairly quickly, and didn't much have to worry about a crowd making things difficult.

He emerged again before long, the bag with the sandwiches in one hand, "Hope you like wheat bread, they wouldn't sell me a sandwich with no bread on it."