Ashley’s eyes lit up again when another stall caught her attention. The banner screamed Khanom Krok, and curiosity instantly tugged at her.

“What’s that?” she asked, tilting her head toward Vance.

“Kind of like Thai pancakes,” Vance explained casually.

“I’m down for that!” Ashley blurted, practically bouncing as she rushed over to the stall.

Once again, they had to rely on hand gestures to get by. Vance couldn’t help but be impressed—Ashley was adapting fast, ...