The two men sit on box-like, bronze-metal stools - one short, one tall - the men, not the stools. One is 35 years while the other is only six. Jad the dad reaches into his paper sack, pulls out paper-wrapped squarish objects; he pulls at the wrapper - open-faced sandwiches, stacked and separated by more paper.
"Dad, what is all this?" Trev turns up his nose without even knowing. Jad uses the paper sack as a tray on his lap, and separates the sandwiches; now they begin to take on some semblance of food, but Trev still isn't convinced. He shakes his head, winces on eye (it's something he's gotten good at doing; he can also smile with one side of his mouth).
"These are Danish sandwiches," Jad hands him one of the sandwiches that looks most recognizable as American food. Trev takes it, puts his face into it, takes a bite - shrimp salad on his cheek and nose.
Still balancing the sandwich, still chewing, Trev stands up - now they're closer to the same height - he kind-of dances around, munching and dancing. When his mouth is almost not full, he stands over the bronze box-like thing he was sitting on and looks at it closer.
The thing has some round and square shapes on top, an inch high and the size of a spool of thread, with lines outlining the edges and other protrusions. The box-thing is a replica of a car battery only larger - the height of the seat of a chair. Trev can see writing incised in the bronze, "What is this funny writing - this 'o' with the line through it; they're all over the place."
"That's a letter in the Danish alphabet," dad goes on, "we don't have those in English."
"What does it sound like?" Trev asks. Trev gets his ability to wince from his father, who does it when he doesn't know something, "I'm not sure; I'll have to ask someone." Jad goes on, "These things we're sitting on are a larger version of a car battery. They used to be in every car"I guess this is some kind of memorial to the car battery."
Trev is quizzical, "It's weird; why would anybody put a big heavy thing like this in a car? Wouldn't that slow it down?" Jad nods his head in agreement, "Now that cars are electric, we don't need these things." He puts the leftovers back in the paper wrapping and into the bag. He stands up, and they both step closer to an even larger metal battery with a bronze jagged form to symbolize a bolt of electricity coming out of it.