[He looks over to her as she joins him at the table, finding himself absentmindedly admiring how she looks in a yukata, his head propped up on a fist. He stares a little too long, before her words register, blinking a few times when he realizes he's staring and looks down to his wrap.]

I regret not ordering my own soup now. It smells divine. Hey, I'll let you try some of mine if I can try some of yours.

[Ajax isn't sure how she feels about sharing food, but the smell of it is enticing. He wouldn't mind in the future to be able to sit down and have a nice meal together, at home without having to worry about being presentable to go out. Maybe, he'd cook something for her. He finds himself longing for this to be a more regular occurrence, sighing through his nose at the thought.

He's being awfully sappy with himself right now, he thinks, and he's not usually like this.]