"Yes," she says. Which is a pretty useless answer, because it's Laura, she means yes, he will eventually stop talking... like, maybe in a half an hour. Or more. Her wrap is loaded up with hot peppers and hot sauce, it's like a firestorm in there, and although she's eating slowly she doesn't seem to notice the burn.

Or she just likes it, who knows.

The vendor has to stop talking to them shortly when another customer comes up, one who is probably much less inclined to let him chatter at them than Laura is. To be fair, the guy is very nice and hasn't given either of them the stink-eye even though they're both dressed like a couple of juvenile delinquents on their way to MTV's Parental Controls or whatever.