[ The empty hand closes in on itself, fingers lightly snapping together much like the pages of a book, silent and purposeful. Fortune favors him this night, it seems, albeit in a fickle, confusing manner, for he's short changed on time to feel the rebuke of an ignored hand and instead offered a casual oddity.

One which seems, at least on first glance, to have the anxious tinge of uncertainty to it..

Ah, but considering that Kanda might be nervous does not fit into his world view of self-sacrificing martyrdom (and his infatuation is certainly dramatic enough to qualify for that, or he thinks), so it's swiftly rejected and written off as another mistake of a wishful mind.

Still, whether the statement was delivered with confidence or not, the parameters of the statement itself is downright unusual. Yu, willingly eating something that isn't soba, and even volunteering as much in an open offer for fun?

Lavi hums, mulling over this for a moment with stitched together brows and a thoughtful expression. After the requisite "maybe he's suddenly fallen ill" consideration, the redhead grins, laughing brightly and fearlessly looping an arm about Yu's free elbow. (The matter of shifting weight to accommodate the books under his own arm is one of unconscious ease: he has long since learned to balance books and monkey-clinging without sacrificing the integrity of either.) ]

Kanda Yu volunteering to eat food that isn't noodles...?!

[ He tugs lightly at that arm, leading them towards the front of the story to pay for their goods as if certain that Kanda will change his mind. ]

Such a surprising man. Just when I think I've got you figured out. You're the mystery that keeps on givin'!