"Do you even know what it is you ordered?" he asked with a grin.
She clumsily held… something—dim sum the woman at the kiosk had said—between two chopsticks, returning his smile. "Hey, this is a once in a lifetime trip for us, isn’t it?"
He nodded.
"And after the choir sings at Carnegie Hall we’ll go back to boring old Raytown, back to school and our parents."
He nodded again, this time slipping his free arm around me as we sat on the park bench.
"So try it then," he chuckled. "Maybe it will even taste like chicken."