(http://i37.tinypic.com/sde0eg.jpg)<br/><strong>Roberto</strong><br/>The human icicle certainly knew how to deadpan! I smiled at her oneliner, and quietly pitied the Japanese lady whose husband's small blade was all she had to fell her giant. Yes, I would have plenty of fun with my pork daikatana here. As she and Minoru discussed the finer points of waving edged weapons around, I turned to Nakamura-san. She seemed to have a sly look on her face like a Chinese businessman eyeing the koi carp in the pond of a restaurant. I'd eaten enough by now and felt like heading back, but this was Japan and they do things subtly here.<br/><br/><strong>"Nakam<em>uuu</em>ra-san,"</strong>I asked, with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow, making a determined effort to pronounce her name somewhat less crappily,<strong>"whehr eez zat Beeg Bentou Bowx soopehrmarkeet I hehrd menciãowned ehrlier? I'd laeek tou peeck up som sooplaeez on ze waeey back. Need ehnnyseeng frãom ze showp?"</strong><br/>I still needed lemons and sugar to make the evening's clandestine caipirinhas! Would the Great Helmswoman ever dismiss this lunch?