"The chef assured me these were quite good," Irene lied, blatantly, as she crossed over to just sit right on the bed. Like there was anywhere else to sit? Also, she'd slept (literally, thank you, very literally, amidst the snoring) next to this woman for half a week, anyway. Sitting on a bed together seemed tame enough. "Do you like -- things on sticks? I'm a little new to it."

That part, at least, was very true. Weirdly, Irene was not much of a street food sort of person.