She nods. "Fancy sommat spicy, I think. Maybe Indian or Korean or something reminiscent. Got a recommendation?"

"I've gotten a bit too used to immortal foods to have too many recommendations, but I'm a little fond of the ghee rice and most of the curry options." 

"Cheers. See you in a few, then. Got walking directions or should I just wait for a port?"

"I'll teleport you now." 

She taps at her keyboard quickly, and then she's gone in a blink. 

This food court is marble-white, with a vast domed ceiling with softly diffusing sunlight streaming down into the space. All across the walls are countless stalls bristling with signs and activity behind the counters, machines churning and produce proudly laid out in racks, laid out in stacked streets on the outskirts of the atrium. Inside the walls, there's a vibrant green garden and rows of granite-clad tables, each with a small console set in the center, with neon-blue lines set in the floor around each table stall, filling out the airy space. 

Well this looks lovely. She takes a stroll past the stalls on the edges, just browsing for the moment.

There's rows and rows of fragrant rices kept warm in one stall, while the other has posterboards and a more industrial look, the kitchen peeking through past the solid wall of signs. A handful of people mill about in and out of line. There's a orcish paladin in half-dull metal armor staring in thought at the wares, an elvish sorceress standing back and waiting, and a two cute fox boys flirting with each other at the front of the line.