"Asher?" Ray prompted without tearing his gaze away from the sights in front of him. "Oh my God, that man is decapitating chickens on the street." If that was what a chef looked like over here, then Ray was super glad he'd packed some dinner as well.

"Asher?" He asked again, finally turning around to check on him. "Jeez, are you puking? It's just a chicken."

Like Asher hadn't seen - and probably done - worse. But Ray never liked his thoughts to linger too long on stuff Asher may or may not have done over the years. Denial was bliss.