My wife and I struck up a conversation with a young girl from Hondorus. She was telling us how good she could cook rice. Later in the day i got onto an elevator and it was packed. This young girl was standing next to me. I looked and thought it was the young girl from Hondorus. I leaned over and said why dont you fix a little rice for us later. I will bring the drinks. The elevator opened up and she left quickly. My son in law was standing there making weird noises from trying not to laugh. He said thats not the girl from hondorus. I said Oh crap.