"Good. Mom likes hearing that kind of thing. You hungry? I have a cousin who runs a place not far from here."

Normally Kenzi would never make an offer like that to a total stranger but - he wasn't a stranger was he? He was from home. She was obligated to show him a good time and warm food by virtue of being a good Russian girl.

Okay maybe she wasn't actually a good Russian girl. But she had some values installed in her.