[She adds some garnish to the dish, a couple crisp looking pieces of lettuce. A slice of lemon. There's still flecks of dirt and debris on the shrimp, but she picks off the most obvious ones and masks the rest with a liberal dash of pepper.]

I don't see how that's my problem. We'll be back in France by then. [She gestures down the counter a bit.] Hand me some of those spices. I don't want them tasting anything.