After the Kiddush and blessing overthe bread I got up to get a small drink and retrieve my special food.On the way I met a man holding his daughter. ...he was cute in her pajamas."Hello, little one," I said to this baby. "What is your name?" Rachel," replied the father."How old are you?" Eight months."She started to cry."What is wrong, little one?" I asked."She is tired." You are fighting sleep?" I asked.She gave me a frown that was threatening to become a cry."I'll sing to you," I told her. . ”“I ... don’t think we have any insect-based dishes,” she muttered.“You serve meat, is that right?” Tepin asked, trying and failing to suppress a flutter of excited yellow.“We have lots of different meat dishes. Pork, beef, chicken. Oh, you won’t know what any of those are...” She thought for a moment, one hand on her hip as the other scratched her chin pensively. “How about a meat platter? That way, you can sample lots of different kinds at once. Maybe some fish too, if you’d like. I think we. “You should see Japan. Tokyo is this huge city now with buildings that tower hundreds of feet into the sky.”...Tokyo? I have never heard of that city...“Oh, really. It's like the most important city in Japan. It's by Mount Fuji, I think.”...I grew up in the shadow of that mountain. I have never heard of a city called Tokyo...“Well, five hundred years have passed,” Yoshiko answered. She had googled the date Sayuri gave, the Thirteenth Year of the Eisho Era, and learned that would be 1516. Now. How her heart was beating, pounding so hard she thought it would tear right through her chest! For a moment she hesitated, wondering if she could go through with something like this. It was so... so depraved. And with Christina and Brad nearby it was so public! And yet she needed them. It was a stroke of luck she had found they were as interested in her quirk as she was."Think you can take 'im on?" Brad asked, reaching down and scratching his hairy balls."I... I don't know," Barbara answered.