[her thoughts are exactly right. Issun sits down, noting all the ~shiny~ platters and crystals. it's so flamboyant, so different from the simple refinement in beauty his own world is known for. before them meals are already prepared underneath silver covers. the waiter waits for both of them to sit before revealing the tonight's cuisine.
...and then Issun realizes there are no chopsticks. only multiple forks and knives and spoons. do people really need all this silverware for one meal? his expression falls. he could just eat with his hands but-- there's a lady present.] Ah, you go ahead.
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...and then Issun realizes there are no chopsticks. only multiple forks and knives and spoons. do people really need all this silverware for one meal? his expression falls. he could just eat with his hands but-- there's a lady present.] Ah, you go ahead.