[It's nothing she's ever heard herself, so Hilda's friend must have coined the saying themselves. Despite that, Rahu can imagine once being told such a thing by someone whose words are memories to her. She hesitates, confused by the toasting clink of Hilda's skewer against hers, which allows the other woman to get her taste in first.]

They're that good? [Rahu sounds skeptical, though she can't help but think of how delicious they'd smelled on the grill - it was what brought her to investigate the stand in the first place. She takes a bite of her own, trying to catch some of both meat and fruit.

Ah, hot. She brings a hand to her chin again, running her thumb over her bottom lip and drawing away a slight smear of sauce.] They weren't exaggerating about the heat. I still don't recognize the rest of it... but it's very sweet. [She says it with the same pragmatically observant tone.] How would you like to complete the exchange?

[If only any of the skewer ingredients helped with a terminal lack of game.]