The interaction with the vendor hadn't been funny, per se, but even still it was humorous to see how Nik towered over the natives here. When it was clear to do so she scooted quickly out and into the rush of the street. To her spiked senses it was an ambush; she stood, staring around with wide, darting eyes as the cab took off, absently tugging at the straps of her backpack as she acclimated to the surge of sound, smell, and color. She mentally added touch to that list as she was almost immediately jostled by passer-by and was forced to spur herself into action.
From the looks of things, she had a few options, though she was a bit dissapointed to note that meat was definitely not one of them. Unless she wanted to eat snake, of course. She was feeling adventurous enough for crickets, but something told her that Cambodian snake was a sure-fire way to get some serious food poisoning. Turning to glance up at him, she pointed over to a cart piled high with insect carcasses and arched a brow. "A dare is a dare, right?"
She began to push herself toward it through the crowd, keeping her hands tightly clenched around her backpack, but stopped a few stalls short to read a sign promoting fruit shakes. She looked back to make sure Nik was still with her before stopping to order a pineapple and coconut shake. It was still before noon, but the heat was already sweltering, and they looked refreshing. They also looked like they would do well to wash down fresh-cooked crickets. "Do you want one?" As they waited for the crushed-ice drinks to get made, she glanced around again and actually caught herself sniffing at the air like an animal; she sheepishly ducked her head back down, hoping no one had noticed.
With drinks paid for and in hand, she led them over to their final destination, her dark gaze falling over the piles of dead cockroaches while her teeth tugged at the straw of her smoothie. "Moment of truth, I guess," she said, her tone resigned, and then she ordered a bag of the critters. Taking one in between two fingers, her face was stoic save for the inconspicuous wrinkle of one nostril, and she saluted it toward him in a silent cheers before popping it into her mouth and crunching down.
A few chews in and she spoke around the half-masticated bug. "...Leggy. Or are those its antannae getting stuck in my teeth?" A pause, during which she swallowed and frowned. "Don't tell me, actually." She shrugged, bared her teeth to him in the universal sign of 'is there anything in there?', grabbed another one from the bag, and then held it out to him. "They're not bad. They really do taste like popcorn. Which makes them officially better than Oysters, for the record."
Moving back into the river of people, she allowed herself to fall into step beside Nik, keeping close enough to him so that they could comfortably share the bag of bugs between them as they strolled. "When was the last time you were here?"