If he and I could do it then anyone could. His eyes soon opened when the middle toe of the chicken foot on his spoon went up his left nostril. Little Steve fared no better but Colin and I insisted they clear their plates as we thinly disguised our glee at their predicament. They wolfed the soup down, not with gusto but in desperation to get it all over with. They then sat back to watch us finish ours.
Nothing is wasted in Romania.
The Romanians believe in being fair to all.