“What do the local people do for good cooking?”
“That’s easy. They get married.”
“And live happily ever afterward?”
“Yes.”
“Are you,” I asked, “married?”
“No. I eat at the hotel dining-room.”
“And know what to order?”
“Yes.”
“How about eating with a perfect stranger,” I asked, “and showing him the ropes?”
She laughed nervously. “You aren’t exactly a stranger.”