The thought of some nice French cuisine to suit her pallet, maybe Mercy mouth water. Though as she walked away from her now closed and locked office, she tried to think of what kind of cuisine would she want.
The blonde sighed in frustration as nothing she thought of appealed to her. She idly wondered if that purple skinned assassin of Talon, Widowmaker would have any recommendations. Not that she would tell anyone in Overwatch.
Mercy's stomach growled fiercing at just the thought of the French woman. Angela stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway. She rubbed her stomach thoughtfully.
"So that's what you want... Well It's not like I can argue with you."
The blonde bombshell laughed. Now that she had her choice of food on her mind it was just a matter of finding Widow's ass to stuff down. She recalled that...
