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Again, those crafty Koreans have outmatched me. I was worried they would gift me with songpyǒn (a traditional Ch'usǒk treat) next time I saw them, so preemptively struck with a Feida mooncake of my own. But I hadn't ordered lunch yet and that left me at their mercy. When they didn't have what I asked for, Jay made a suggestion: "Do you like eel?" He described a dish similar to unadon and, once I'd agreed, said, "And you don't have to pay." I protested, but he was firm. "Maybe you don't like it," he responded. "But I told you, I love eel!" Then he pulled out the trump card: "On Ch'usǒk, we treat our friends."
So trumped, I folded. (As
niemandsrose pointed out later, the only way of ending this escalation is too move away from food. "They own a RESTAURANT," she emphasised, and suggested I find a playing field where I hold the advantage, such as information.) In any case, the unadon came and it was good. A caterpillar role (piled with eel on the outside) came, too, and it was also good. When I complained that they were too generous, Hera brought me a styrofoam container to take the leftovers home in. After I gamely consumed everything, Jay poked his head over and said, "Some green tea ice cream, 대문씨?" and was completely deaf to my protests. Two scoops later, I stumbled outside and wondered how I'd stay awake through the afternoon.
So trumped, I folded. (As
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