Akbar reaches inside his cart and pulls out a disc of unleavened bread.
"Back home, when we are sticking on a choice like this, we flip a roti. So..." He holds up the bread and breathes gently on it, just enough to brown one side... "That is 'heads'... for doing the fire thing."
With a flip of the wrist he sends the roti tumbling through the air...
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