.....What rubbish. What else is there to get to know, after so many years? They obviously just threw people together at random without even checking to see where they're from.

[It isn't as though he's been allowed to keep his secrets any longer, given the circumstances. And Kalim..... he can't keep secrets to save his life. Can he? Whatever their captors had been hoping to accomplish with this absurd social engagement, they're clearly not going to get it with the two of them; it's surely just going to be a frustrating exercise in futility.

Still, there's no point in resisting. Not when they'll almost certainly be observed the whole time, to make sure they're doing as they're meant to be. Jamil sighs and follows Kalim back to the table, reaching for a menu once he's settled in. Just how long will they need to do this? They'll need to only have tea, based on what he'd been told--he certainly has no local currency yet, and Submissives apparently aren't allowed to use money at all, are they? What a disgusting place. What a disgusting system. If only someone could burn it all to the ground.....]