"Well if you'd rather do it yourself--" Charlie ducks his way through the side street market, feeling painfully conspicuous as they go until finally ducking in under an awning smelling strongly of some kind of roasted meat.

From there he doesn't give her much of a choice, shouldering his way through to secure them some form of lunch. By the time he gets back to her, passing off a small loaf of dense bread and a very small piece of what was probably chicken, he seems well enough in his element. One foreign market place is much like another, radical timeline difference or no.

"Pretty sure I just got ripped off."