[ He's pretty sure there's a show about people who frequent one place so much they don't need to place actual orders anymore. But unlike that particularly fine piece of media, there's no overwhelming welcome for them, just the nonchalant nod and wave away to get things under order.

(Idly, he pauses to reflect that his gaze hadn't immediately raked over the tables in search of the particularly curvaceous brunette on the wait staff. Trees, he's becoming a monogamous crusher.)

Mumbling a vague declaration about overly pushy partners without any real conviction behind it, Lavi slides into the booth without further preamble, only belatedly realizing he's yet to let Yu go. Drawing away to nervously scratch at his nape, the redhead settles his hands under his chin, suddenly intent on studying the tabletop as if he's only just now noticed what a peculiar sheen of blue it has in this light. ]

Mmmhm, black sesame too!

[ Lavi pauses, throwing an askance glance in Yu's direction. It would probably be best not to press the point and ruin the mood, but... ]

What's got you in such an adventurous mood though? Usually I have to beg to take a detour if there isn't some kind of weapon at the other side.

[ Quickly lifting his hands to wave them before a potential fight can start-- ]

Not that I'm complainin'! It's nice. It's like... a whole new Yu.