[The tickling sensation doesn't go away, but it's not constant, either; it comes and goes, just faint enough to make her question herself. She's no soothsayer, so quite possibly it means nothing. Maybe she's getting sick again.
She does notice the older man who appears to be on a similar shopping trip, but doesn't pay him much mind until he speaks. Ah, advice on food, just what she wasn't looking for.]
I've had them. They're not particularly to my taste, but there are worse kinds.
[But even as she speaks, she realizes: the man's accent. It's not identical to hers, quite possibly warped by years and the changes they inflict upon speech, but no doubt they hail from the same country.]
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She does notice the older man who appears to be on a similar shopping trip, but doesn't pay him much mind until he speaks. Ah, advice on food, just what she wasn't looking for.]
I've had them. They're not particularly to my taste, but there are worse kinds.
[But even as she speaks, she realizes: the man's accent. It's not identical to hers, quite possibly warped by years and the changes they inflict upon speech, but no doubt they hail from the same country.]
You're English.