( it's kind of sweet of him to take the blame, which has arisu smiling through a blush for a whole other reason. after all, he was the one who said they had to act married, of which flirting certainly falls under the umbrella of. he'll have to get better at it if he expects to have any success during this mission — or at least get better at not losing every point to chishiya, on account of being easy to fluster. )

Of course! You can't eat dry pancakes. ( accepting, he heaps a generous amount over top, butter melting in fatty streams down the pile, making him very excitedly anticipate a horrible stomach ache later. ) I can't remember the last time I had pancakes at all. ( before borderland, of course. with the delicacy of someone savoring something uniquely special, he takes a bite.

happily, he sighs back against the booth, chewing, letting his eyes roll to the back of his head and then to flutter shut, feeling a weird kind of moisture outlining them. he just — never thought he would be here, ever. married, kind of on a date, eating pancakes, surrounded by people. it's like eating pancakes is what it took to convince him that he really isn't in the games anymore, that no one's going to get hurt, that he might be just a little bit safe here, in a diner, sitting next to chishiya. he could let out a sob. he's almost tempted.

belatedly, he comes back to himself, pushing the plate to chishiya. ) Have some. It's really, really good. ( while arisu sneaks some omelet, a big believer in that food tastes better off someone else's plate. )