"By the way, what do you call this?"
Juni poked a small wooden pick into one of the golden orbs and raised it a little.
"We call it Lokma." The old man replied.
"Lo… what?"
"Lokma. It's a traditional dish from Misr, or Egypt as they call it."
"Strange word."
Even as she made that comment, Ingrid pulled her mask down a little and proceeded to bring one of the treats to her mouth.
"Well, that's to be expected." said the old man, his eyes locked on the Nephilim. "Some Arabic words are hard to pronounce unless you grew up with the language."
"I know about Egypt!" Juni exclaimed. "That's the place where aliens build the giant triangles!"
"Hahaha! You mean the pyramids? Sorry missy but those were built by humans. Aliens aren't real." The old man paused for a moment. "Well, space aliens, at least."
