[San Corvo — South Sector — 2:00 PM]
The table was too small for ten people.
The food stall owner — a man with hands the size of shovels — looked at the group, looked at the table, looked at the group again, and without a word added two more benches and pushed the neighboring stall's table against his.
"What do you have?" asked Max.
The owner pointed to a board behind him with twelve dishes written in three different languages.
"All of that."
"Good." Max. "Bring it."
"All of it?"
"Everything that fits on the table."
The owner evaluated the expanded table, evaluated the group, did some mental math, and went to the kitchen.
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The food arrived in batches.
