"You wish," she replied to Jack before turning her attention back to Longshot and, perhaps more importantly, food. She scooped the cooked rice out into a bowl and set it on the table, along with the pan and silverware.
"What would that outfit be, exactly?" she asked, gesturing for the men to sit. "I mean, you've already shown off your favorite suit." She leaned over to scoop rice into her bowl before heading back to grab her drink. Longshot seemed worried that their custom was to cook food and then go do something else until it got cold and inedible, and she chewed on her lip to keep herself from responding with sarcasm that was probably a little bit too close to being outright mean, considering the man's amnesia. As she sat, she nodded at Longshot and informed Jack, "Longshot here has never eaten cow before."