"Rude," Ryouta complains. But no one hits him, so it's pretty good as far as he's concerned.

He follows Sousuke to the resteraunt, studying it with open curiousity. He's been to similar resteraunts before, though those ones were usually geared toward the upper class with other priced meals that didn't really fill up an athleltic teenage boy. Because of that Ryouta always preferred to eat "lower brow" places. The meals might not be as fancy, and probably fattier, but they filled him up and tasted good.

"I can tell," he said as they walked in. "It's full of history. Hey, do you think we can sit on the deck?"