She was saved having to answer right away by the return of the waitress with a large tray of food. Two gyro platters (and not the sandwiches she'd thought she'd ordered), two squares of spanikopita, and two plates of hummus with the thick pita bread they favored here. It was a ton of food. She was sure they'd eat every bite. In fact, she polished of the spanikopita before she was ready to speak again. Fortunately, that was enough to make her stomach stop whining. Mostly, at least.
"Weird. You mean, weirder than, uh, being here? With you, I mean?" she asked, hedging her bets and giving herself a baseline for 'weirdness' in order to make a comparison. "Not really. Nothing terribly strange. Just a frequent sense of deja vu in places I know I've never been. Touristy places mostly."
She bit her lip, looking down at the hummus as though it held the answer to all of the problems of the universe. "Forty-two," she mumbled, hoping he hadn't heard that. "But yeah, the food tastes... well... yeah. Like something is missing. Some... spice."
Finally she looked up, coming to some decision, and met his eyes. "And... you're going to think I'm crazy, but... yesterday... I found this book. In my room. It was, er, under my bed, actually. I only saw it cause I was feeling a little delicate after going out with some friends. I thought maybe it was from the last tenant. I mean, the flat was furnished, and it's in the student quarter, so... a big thick book...." she trailed off, shaking her head. "But... the weird part? It... it had my name on the inside cover...."