Tonight, after returning from a surreptitious information gathering mission concerning new places to live, my host mother gave me a tin of dutch butter cookies the size of a cement bag (and of similar mass) with the advice: "Here. Maybe you eat these for breakfast."
Not only can this 5'1" Indonesian woman read minds, she knows how to buy off dissent.
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