"Hm," came his noncommittal response as he continued to work with that piece of chicken. As far as things went, Sora didn't seem to invest too much care in who all had been brought out here himself, although he probably preferred it be anyone but them.
Noticing his sister's indecision, he chewed thoughtfully on the tail of his first nugget as he looked at the dessert spread. Izaya's explanations certainly helped out at least, because as far as things went, a lot of the desserts he'd named didn't look anything like what they'd see in pictures from Japanese bakeries.
"It's probably a lot sweeter than what we're used to, too," he reminded his sister. He pointed at the tiramisu, figuring that had to be the most mild of the ones Izaya had pointed out.
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Noticing his sister's indecision, he chewed thoughtfully on the tail of his first nugget as he looked at the dessert spread. Izaya's explanations certainly helped out at least, because as far as things went, a lot of the desserts he'd named didn't look anything like what they'd see in pictures from Japanese bakeries.
"It's probably a lot sweeter than what we're used to, too," he reminded his sister. He pointed at the tiramisu, figuring that had to be the most mild of the ones Izaya had pointed out.