She stifled the urge to laugh at the clatter of dishes on the tray, watched the waiter fumble around to assure himself that nothing would spill, saw him head back towards the kitchen while throwing a look at their table over his shoulder.

"Penis," she said, her accent crisp as she raised her voice just a bit. The woman at the next table was gawping at them, No, Julianna would never eat here again.