[ He'll follow Tohsaka in her search for something—other than parfait—that she wants to eat. Rather than scanning for his own dinner, however, he watches her studiously as she walks, searching for... Well, he doesn't know, really, but maybe just anything off. A limp, or a sign of pain or weakness—anything that would indicate that Tohsaka had died and come back to life. But, same as with Twice, there doesn't seem to be any such thing. As far as Tomura can tell, it all appears normal: her gait, her movements, any little remarks she makes. Even Search tells him this is the same girl who's accompanied him, all this time. All of it so eerily, impossibly normal he'd almost think she was lying about the whole "dying" thing if she hadn't tried so hard to keep from saying it earlier.
He's forced to leave such contemplations aside when Tohsaka finally settles on a stall. Not being particularly picky, he gives his assent with a silent nod, and orders three lamb samosas for himself; unlike her, however, he has no reason to restrain his appetite. Even if his chips run low, he'll just make up for the difference somewhere else. He winds up staring at the cart's chalkboard menu, featuring a short list of curries alongside the samosas. None of them sound familiar though; Tomura would have a hard enough time trying to decide with traditional Indian curries, nevermind whatever Golden Peacock fusion has been incorporated into these ones. He stares at them a little longer before looking over at Tohsaka for help.
Order for him... Then he'll pay and they can go sit down. ]
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He's forced to leave such contemplations aside when Tohsaka finally settles on a stall. Not being particularly picky, he gives his assent with a silent nod, and orders three lamb samosas for himself; unlike her, however, he has no reason to restrain his appetite. Even if his chips run low, he'll just make up for the difference somewhere else. He winds up staring at the cart's chalkboard menu, featuring a short list of curries alongside the samosas. None of them sound familiar though; Tomura would have a hard enough time trying to decide with traditional Indian curries, nevermind whatever Golden Peacock fusion has been incorporated into these ones. He stares at them a little longer before looking over at Tohsaka for help.
Order for him... Then he'll pay and they can go sit down. ]