Ling's expression was one of rapt daydreams. For another by it might have been the sort of face one would make at imagining living in a video game or a comic book. The life Kanji spoke of living was so very exotic and curious. He made Western sweet things, worked on his own, saw people on dates. These were all things that Ling had no experience in doing.

"A public eatery," he sighed, longingly. How romantic, how novel this all seemed! Eating in such a place was always fun and exciting. The more stuffy and crowded the better, as far as Ling was concerned. There was nothing lonelier than being served your dinner while the only other people in the room simply stood there to guard you. And if one was around a crowd of people, there was always something interesting or funny or beautiful to notice about them.

"Turtle-shaped danish?" Ling repeated. "I don't know what a danish is, but turtle-shaped sounds really cool. Especially if your manager likes them, you know they're good. What are they?"

[ooc: what's there to see/react to in the room?]