On reflection, it must have played out more than once that a kiwi lad, in a foreign country, drunk, has asked a girl if she wants to get a kebab. The girl thinks he means shish-kebab but says yes enthusiastically because she likes him and assumes he wouldn’t ask that unless it was an abnormally good shish-kebab. The kiwi realizes too late that there are no kebabs in america, but they end up going ahead and getting shish-kebabs out of a combination of face-saving, and an infatuation-related coordination problem: The girl now truly wants a shish-kebab, it is too late to redirect the desires of the group.
So that detail might have just been inspired by a true story.
On reflection, it must have played out more than once that a kiwi lad, in a foreign country, drunk, has asked a girl if she wants to get a kebab. The girl thinks he means shish-kebab but says yes enthusiastically because she likes him and assumes he wouldn’t ask that unless it was an abnormally good shish-kebab. The kiwi realizes too late that there are no kebabs in america, but they end up going ahead and getting shish-kebabs out of a combination of face-saving, and an infatuation-related coordination problem: The girl now truly wants a shish-kebab, it is too late to redirect the desires of the group.
So that detail might have just been inspired by a true story.