This is very, very weird, and Jack knows this because he’s seen a lot of weird shit and weirder people even before the boat.

He’s pretty sure this lady isn’t a passenger on the ship, but this doesn’t seem to be like how a memory would act, right? So this is some third, weirder thing? How does she know about him again?

He could figure it out as they went, yeah, plus she sounded willing to tell him, and hey - the worst that could happen was he’d die and lose an evening so why not live a little?

“Sounds good to me.” Jack says with a shrug and a little smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever had authentic Chinese either, so no worries there.”