"I hope there's enough for everyone." Something to put the boxes in would be nice, too; they weren't exactly going to fit in Francine's apron pocket. She rose to her feet and stood up to peer over the shelf towards the register, looking for bags. She saw paper ones, but many of them were ripped or crumbled. "This place looks like it's been empty for a a long time; I wonder if there's even anything to eat around here."