Erin felt like she was completely out of her depth as she tried to shape her mug into something that at least vaguely resembled what the others were creating. Spencer's, at least, looked like a masterpiece compared to hers, and she let out a frustrated sigh as she once more tried to mold the soft clay into the proper shape. She hadn't realized that she would be quite so competitive with him, but as her mug finally began to take shape before her eyes, Erin felt a wave of satisfaction well up inside of her. "Finally," she bit out as she continued to follow the example of their teachers, and Spencer let out a soft chuckle. "What?"

"You're adorable when you're frustrated. I'll have to remember that for when we're back home."

She rolled her eyes a little before moving on to the next step that they had been shown, finding it just as complicated. But then, things started to fall into place, even as Spencer seemed to also be getting the hang of what was supposed to happen. The rest of the class then seemed to fly by as her mood lifted, and Erin found herself sad when it was time to leave, knowing that they would never have a bonding experience quite like that again. "So, are you going to actually use your mug?" she asked as they stepped outside to look for Mahmoud.

"Of course! It will be a good reminder of our trip here, and I can think of you when I drink from it." She grinned as she bumped his shoulder with her own as she managed to find Mahmoud in the crowd. Raising her free hand, she waved to their driver, watching him pull into the open spot a few feet ahead of where they stood. Erin tugged Spencer over to the car, climbing into the back while her partner got into the passenger side. "Perfect timing, Mahmoud! Erin and I just finished up here. Now, since we're being picked up from our hotel for the tour later on, would you like to have lunch with us? Erin and I were talking last night, and wanted to find a truly local place to eat, since neither of us speaks the best Arabic."

"I would be honored to take you to my favorite restaurant," he replied as he pulled into traffic. They talked about their day throughout the drive, and Erin found herself so content to listen as much as possible, picking up new vocabulary as they went. She wasn't surprised when she found that they ended up in a small place, with only a few people inside. As they were led to a table in the back of the restaurant, Erin felt eyes staring at her, and she unconsciously reached into her purse and pulled out her scarf, covering her hair as quickly as she could. "It is because you are both blonde, Erin, that they stare. We don't get many Americans in this part of town."

She nodded as she took a seat next to Spencer, Mahmoud sitting across from them. "I still like to fit in where I can. This is just a small thing. I tried wearing it while making our mugs, but it kept slipping off, no matter how much I dug the bobby pins into my scalp." As she pulled out said bobby pins, she spoke once more. "Would you order for us? I have the feeling that the menus would be in Arabic, and while I can speak it, poorly, I have never gotten the alphabet beneath my eyes."

"I can do that, yes."

The server came to their table, and Mahmoud spoke with him in rapid fire Arabic, of which, Erin was only able to decipher a handful of words. From the way that they talked, though, she knew that they were good friends, and that whatever food was brought out, it would be delicious as a result. As soon as the server was gone, he began to speak slower, using a mix of Arabic, French, and English with them so that they could keep up.

Erin became so lost in the conversation that the delicious scent of food barely pulled her away from it, and she gave a small smile to the server before allowing Spencer to serve them from the family style platter in the middle of the table. As they ate, they continued to talk about Mahmoud's life in Fez, and how much he enjoyed driving a taxi for the tourists in town, though not everyone was as open to learning as they were. "Did you ever want to do anything different with your life?"

"When I was young, I wanted to be a doctor. I found out quickly that blood and I do not agree with each other, and became a teacher instead. I retired from that two years ago, and settled into this new way of teaching people."

She blushed a little at her assumption, but Mahmoud just gave her a knowing smile as they continued to talk about their lives. "I am sorry to bring this to an end, but we need to be back at the hotel in forty minutes. I hadn't realized how late it had gotten," Spencer finally said as he began to pull out his wallet.

"This is my treat, my friends. It was good to have this time to talk to you and get to know you better this afternoon." Mahmoud quickly settled the bill before escorting them back to the taxi and whisking them back to the hotel with fifteen minutes to spare. "I will be here at five tomorrow morning to pick you up for the train. I'm glad that you were able to book an early one, since it is such a long journey to Marrakech."

"I thought that it would be easier to get the earliest train, since it is such a long journey. I was tempted to take the overnight train, but none of them fit in our plans."

"Have you purchased tickets back to Tangier?" Spencer shook his head. "I would think about flying, if I were you. The flights are just as inexpensive and won't take up as much of your time."

"That sounds perfect, actually," Erin said as they climbed out of the taxi. "Thank you so much for you help. InshAllah, we will meet again someday." Mahmoud nodded as replied with a similar wish, and then Spencer was paying what he owed the man for their day of travel with him. Once they were inside, Spencer hurried up to their room to drop off their mugs before rejoining her in the lobby, taking hold of her hand as they waited for the guide to their private tour to arrive. "I meant it, Spencer. I would love to meet him again someday and learn more from him. The more we learn from people not like us, the better people we are. I learned that far too late in my life, and I'm trying to change that now."

He nodded before pressing a quick kiss to the scarf still covering her hair. "I feel the same way. So, I know that JJ and Hotch aren't sleeping together. But do you think Rossi and Alex are?"

She swallowed back a laugh as she shook her head. "David is most definitely not her type. He's a little too macho for her tastes. Though I suppose that it might be something to ask her about when we meet up in Marrakech." From the look on Spencer's face, she knew that having Alex join them for a day would be the best thing for both of them.