                            ZICO
                           Tidar.
She forks a piece. Tastes it.
                            MOM
                           (nods)
                          It's good.
He forks some too.
                            MOM
                         How much?
                            ZICO
                      Five thousand--
                           MOM
                      Five thousand?
She GLARES at the martabak. At his face. Chucks the fork back in.
                            MOM
                Don't you ever buy this again!
His mother GETS UP. Storms out.
Instantly turning her son into a 'SNOWMAN'. With a piece of martabak on his fork.
INT. ZICO'S ROOM - DAY
