Having plunked down at a corner booth, Sora let Shiro slide in first before he'd sit beside her. He arched a brow at their third wheel as he moved dino-shaped chicken nuggets from the tray to set before himself and his sister.

     "...you think they would've liked a place like this?" he asked as he picked up a vaguely ceratopsian-shaped nugget, tentatively dipping it into the container of barbecue sauce that had come with it. He made a face after the first bite, setting the container aside thereafter. "I dunno what it is with Americans and this stuff."