"Thank you," said Nesah as her food was brought. She looked down and was relieved to find that there did not seem to be anything un-kosher about it.

She turned her attention back to the painter. "Men's conversation sounds boring." She lied. Well, it sounded rather boring, but she still wished she could be part of it, rather than be stuck with her own sex. "You cannot imagine the joys of discussing Miss X's new dress, Mrs. Y's recent marriage, and how handsome Mr. Z looks. Women's conversations are so intellectually stimulating, I feel sorry you should be left out." Her voice was thick with sarcasm.

She cut a part of her sandwich and took a bite. It tasted rather bland.