"How about couscous?" Larry said. "Mitchell, have you ever had couscous?"
"No."
"Oh, you have got to have couscous."
Claire made a wry face. "Whenever somebody comes to Paris," she said, "they have to go to the Latin Quarter and have couscous. Couscous in the Latin Quarter is so encoded!"
"You want to go somewhere else?" Larry said. "No," Claire said. "Let's be unoriginal."