Elisha gladly accepted a churro from Carlos. She thanked him as she grinned before taking a bite, the flavor flooding her mouth. "Oh, wow," she mumbled through the churro, forgetting her manners. She swallowed, remembering her etiquette mistake. She blushed before praising, "These are actually really good." She had never had much legit foreign food. Her mom always promised to make some traditional Vietnamese dishes, but she never went along with it.