"So what do you want to eat," I ask, "because I'm fine with whatever."
She lays back on the bed, staring at her phone with despair, flipping through screen after screen of menus.
After minute or so of this with no answer, I ask again, and she fixes me with the saddest look I've ever seen.
"I'm hungry and exhausted," she says, "and I just need somebody to take this decision away from me."
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