Soaking in the peaceful ambiance, Shift sat leisurely in place, his eyes aimlessly tracing the ceiling. There really wasn't anything that drew his attention at first glance, just a number of pleasant enough pieces to gloss over rather than linger on; but as a voice replied to his fleeting thoughts, effectively granting them an extension, he found himself facing forward at Lucas.<br/><br/>Whether intended or not, Shift had been pulled from his daydream, or perhaps drawn further in, leaving him with a look of growing surprise. It had been less than a day since meeting Lucas, but having survived a shared crisis, and eaten one of his most enjoyable meals with him, it somehow felt like they'd known each other longer. At the very least, their encounters shone beside the dull routine he'd maintained for some years.<br/><br/>As these feelings danced between palpable and fading, obscuring the true source of its product, a question began to form in Shift's mind. Yet just as it seemed ready to rise to the surface, to consume him with a fresh set of concerns, his eyes blinked back to the moment before him - one where Lucas was reaching for an empty plate. Quickly reacting to that simple sight, Shift came out with a sincere, yet somehow plain, tone. "Sorry, Lucas. I finished off the first round. Should we start a second?"