After their game of chess (which Roma won, of course), they sat down to eat lunch that Danny insisted on buying. The first bite in, though, Roma tasted something that made her nauseous.
Roma: Danny, does this…does this sandwich have meat in it?
Danny: Um, I think so. Wh–…Oh my god, Ro, I’m so–
Roma, trying not to puke: Just take me to the bathroom, please.
Danny: Y-yeah, of course. Of course.