Sable flops down beside her, wriggling as well, giggling and briefly curling her wings and tails around herself. "Hahaaaa, yes, yes it is."
She sighs happily there for a moment, then sits up and pulls her bag into her lap. Everything is very tightly organized inside, when she opens it, and out comes a metal box. She opens it up, and it unfolds into a number of smaller compartments: some contain small shakers for spices, some contain non-perishable condiments, one has a block of cheese, one's full of shreds of smoked meat, one has some pickled veggies, and one has some soft round flatbreads.
She sets the box on a convenient rock. "So this is my usual lunch kit. Typically what I do is take one of these," she grabs a flatbread, "then add things to it until I have the makings of a nice sandwich, then roll it up."
Putting word to deed, she pulls a utensil out of a small compartment and spreads a couple condiments on the wrap. Next she grabs the cheese and slices a few strips, dropping them in, followed by some meat, a few veggies, and then she pronounces it done and rolls it up.
"Tada."
And then she bites into it and grins.