He looks at her and had been waiting outside his car. Leaning against it and watches her looking around. He groans silently as she said something in Japanese. He was definently taking it up as his third language. He spoke Greek, English and was going to learn Japanese. He hated being talked about and knowing they were doing it yet having no idea what they were saying. He looked at her and waited more. He rolls his eyes. "No...I am not a Greece freak Chika." He stands up straight. "I am who I am. No more no less. Chika...greek is my heritage. More greek than American. Greek is my first language. Like Japanese is yours." He walked towards her and wasn't offended. Used to people assuming because he was from America he was like the majority of america. "Three-fourths Greek, one-fourth American...chika. You judge a book by its cover sometimes you are wrong." He moved inside and hoped she was following. He talks to the man in Greek. Nodding his head and follows. Indicating to Riki to do the same. He washes his hands and begins to gather ingredients. "You will like dinner Chika."