"Whatever is fine. I'm not picky!" he assured her with a smile, and opened the box, putting it down onto the table. "Do you want me to save the chopsticks for you, or you'll eat by hands?" He gave a glance at her, at the food, and at her again.<br/><br/>Just casually talking about food and joking around made him happy. She was wonderful, and he couldn't wish for more, ever. Not only was he not alone, but his company was outright lovely, someone who could make him smile at any time, even when he didn't want to. He wished it could be like this forever...