"Oh, spicy? I like spicy foods. Er.. never mind." A voice piped up behind Kim before the conciege even finishes, the girl having wandered down the stairs while untying and redoing her hair with dogged persuasion again and again to fix the little curls that keep escaping. "I'm famished, though. The Ramble, you say? Okay, I'll ramble down it and see what turns up."<br/><br/>"Or we." She glances at Kim, "Ah, you came in the cab with us earlier, did you not, lady?"