Minh

"You ate a meal you weren't ready to pay for," says the proprieter. "No way you got this far in your travels from wherever it is you came from and didn't realize that coin is how commerce is conducted except for some occasions in the marketplace or at an exchange. Everyone else in here knows that, and somehow that escapes you. Tell you what. This meal is on me, because it isn't worth the exhaustion ... but the door, and you walking out of it, is on you. Now. And don't come back."

Minh, you have a feeling that there is no further negotiation or movement of a line in the sand to be had. What do you do?