“One order of spicy hagfish and one order of chicken feet, please! Oh, and udon, too!” Saebom’s eyes lit up as she expertly snapped a pair of disposable chopsticks in two. Moments ago, she had been distraught over the ring, but now she looked positively thrilled. Watching her, Jihun pulled a plastic stool over and sat. He’d never been to a pojangmacha, a street food stall, and the entire experience felt foreign. “We’re having dinner here?” “Well, it’s not exactly a meal,” she said, popping a complimentary silkworm pupa into her mouth with a grin. “But thinking about the rings made me crave a drink more than food. You’re frustrated too, right, Mr. Ryu?”