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With Jacket

"Nigir-i-zushi...Am I being saying this correctly?" Words delivered with half a mouth full of food, Petra was frequenting a modest and comfy street sushi bar recommended to her by the talent backstage. The Greek gals limited skill in English often made it a challenge for her communicating in even simple manners in a country where it was not the primary language, so it was only natural that she sought local know-how on places that would cater to her.
"Yes...Yes..." Nodded the red faced server, who had found himself at the mercy of Petra's innocent question barrage all night. Not that it was a issue. More likely a curiosity of anything, given the look of the Greek beauty.
"I am very much enjoying this..." She'd hum again, with a good deal of fish falling down her top after a clumsy use of chopsticks. A fall broken by mutual laughter between the two, as Petra looked to be out of her element as she tried once more to pick it up without the use of her hands.