[ Tohsaka is well-dressed, even for a very casual dinner at the food hall; this may be typical for her, but to Tomura, it's unusual enough to be notable. Even when he could afford it back home, he didn't have much of an expansive wardrobe, so perhaps her fastidiousness seems fairly remarkable. She's even wearing her hair up with a familiar pin, though he keeps a perfect poker face regarding his recognition of it.
A parfait... He realizes now that he doesn't know much about Tohsaka's tastes. Does she have a sweet tooth? Is this her usual choice of indulgence? But if she says it can wait— ]
Sure. We could grab burgers. Or donburi... I'm fine with anything though.
[ As they maneuver through the somewhat crowded Early Bird Hall, they'll pass by any manner of protein-filled affairs: sandwiches, tacos, skewers, stirfry... He's content to keep her company until she fins a stall that catches her eye. ]
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A parfait... He realizes now that he doesn't know much about Tohsaka's tastes. Does she have a sweet tooth? Is this her usual choice of indulgence? But if she says it can wait— ]
Sure. We could grab burgers. Or donburi... I'm fine with anything though.
[ As they maneuver through the somewhat crowded Early Bird Hall, they'll pass by any manner of protein-filled affairs: sandwiches, tacos, skewers, stirfry... He's content to keep her company until she fins a stall that catches her eye. ]