Poor Horvath. Straw and wicker will actually raise more eyebrows where she's from than a tupperware container would. There's plastic all over the damn place; it's just considered relatively useless by now. Metal is what's valuable.

She takes the baskets he offers and looks them over with interest, then nods to him. "Thanks. I have no idea how I'll explain, but the people I intend to tell trust me more than anyone should. The worst they'll do is make sure I haven't been hallucinating from heatstroke."