I'm in this restaurant, or small hotel of some kind. There's this elderly woman I'm talking to. She seems to like me a lot, and I find her pleasing as well. For some reason, I'm holding a towel that is wrapped around me, covering my naked body. She doesn't seem to notice or care about it, though I'm a little worried. She is talking about how people from small towns, in the country, were usually nicer than big city folks. She asks me about some city, which I don't seem to know, then she asks me if I'm from a small town, because she though I was so nice I couldn't be from the city. I smile and tell her that's because my mother was from a small town, even though I was born in the city. She decides to cook me up a meal. She heads up to the oven, picks up a piece of meat and throws it into a pan. It is really soft and seems to break with touch, which makes me wonder which kind of meat it was. Still, I was thankful that she was doing it.