[ He trusts her taste in food, so she'll receive no complaints over the items she's selected. The drink, however, earns somewhat of a doubtful stare, mostly for the intertwined, heart-shaped bendy straws that get stuck into the large plastic cup. Perhaps a slightly more understandable assumption from the workers than usual, given that Tohsaka only places a single, large order aside from the samosas; he's curious about it too, until they settle and she starts portioning out her food. It's difficult for him to tell whether it's more or less than her usual, as he's mostly seen her eating snacking portions.
Well, they can always get something else if what's in front of them isn't enough. His bank account may not be as bottomless as royalty, but he knows how to pinch pennies when it gets dire. He can afford a bigger expense every so often.
He digs in, tearing apart one of the samosas to let the center cool while he eats in from the edges. ]
Gonna tell me what exactly happened with you?
[ In the fight ring, that is. It feels like he should know the "who" and "what" and "why" of the events—not to mention they're supposed to figure out what happens if she lies. This line of questioning just might trigger it? ]
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Well, they can always get something else if what's in front of them isn't enough. His bank account may not be as bottomless as royalty, but he knows how to pinch pennies when it gets dire. He can afford a bigger expense every so often.
He digs in, tearing apart one of the samosas to let the center cool while he eats in from the edges. ]
Gonna tell me what exactly happened with you?
[ In the fight ring, that is. It feels like he should know the "who" and "what" and "why" of the events—not to mention they're supposed to figure out what happens if she lies. This line of questioning just might trigger it? ]