Romans & histoires Fgo Foreigner

The groceries are in two paper bags that I shift slightly so they're not the first thing visible. I take a right, intending to loop back to a main street. I walk directly into three men coming the other way. The conversation that follows is in Italian, of which I speak, at this moment of all moments, significantly less than I wish I did. I catch: straniero. Foreigner. I catch: cosa hai lì. What do you have there. I indicate the groceries with the universal gesture of a man communicating the profound innocuousness of pasta and tomatoes. This does not resolve anything.