When they finished their food, Lara pulled Reagan along to the next stalls, pointing at skewers.
"Okay, what do we have here? Hmm.. we got isaw, betamax, pig's ears, adidas—"
Reagan stopped short. "Wait. 'Adidas'?"
"Chicken feet," she replied like it was no big deal.
His brows furrowed. "Why is it called that?"
She shrugged. "Because it looks like a tiny shoe? I don't know. We should just eat."
She picked up a stick of betamax, dipped it in barbecue sauce and handed it to him. "Here, try this first."
Reagan eyed it warily. "What is it?"
She grinned. "Coagulated pork blood."
He blinked at her. "That's... very specific. Is it safe?"
"Of course it is. I've been eating this for years and look—I'm still alive. C'mon, try it. You won't regret it, promise."
He gave her a long, sufferin
