<strong>"Milk,"</strong>she answered.<strong>"No, really.  If you haven't had a good curry before, it's going to take the top of your head off.  Milk helps wash the hot out."</strong>Mary smiled, pleased that Mya had found the pun funny and that she'd gotten it.  So many people were just dumb.  And a lot of girls played dumber than they were.  It was so annoying.<br/><strong><br/>"Thanks.  Now, let's see." </strong>She flipped open the menu and scanned it.<strong> "Let's just get some of everything and see what you like.  Chicken tikka, that's like cubed chicken with some spices, pretty mild.  Oh and some Baingan Bharta.  Roasted eggplant.  Some ginger mint naan bread to cut the spices and then we'll share the Methi Saagwala.  Lamb this time I think."</strong>When the waitress came around, Mary ordered with confidence and got Mya a glass of milk and ordered tea for herself.  The food arrived in short order and she immediately scooped up a piece of the bread, used her hand to drop some chicken in it, and held it out rolled up towards Mya's mouth.  "Go on.  It's good," she said and fed the first bite of it to her new roommate.