"It's fine," Nuray says pleasantly. "It would be strange to assume otherwise, I think." She reaches under the counter to grab one, tucking a napkin around it and then a little paper bag before handing it over. It costs about a shekel. "What do they taste like?" Donuts in general, she probably means, although she recognises even as she asks it that asking anyone what something tastes like is a bit of a futile endeavour when it can't be compared to other food.