Mathias didn't know if the man would actually answer him, but grinned when Victor opened up again. He listened to the man talk, smiling at his answers. He leaned forward, propping his chin in his hands as he watched the man.<br/><br/>"Russia...China...Japan...they're all amazing. Russia, the architecture is impressive. I love the language. China, their food, oh my god. So good. And Japan? My friend Kis lives there. She's the one who texts me all the time. Japan was the reason I fell in love with sushi."<br/><br/>He sighed and looked at the table, feeling his stomach churn slightly. Ugh. Bad coffee.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he got a text and after reading it, told Victor, "Hmm. Plane's here early. Let's go." He stood up, suddenly quieter than before as he headed back for their bags. Getting through the entrance to the plane was uneventful and quiet. When they walked into the plane, it became clear this wasn't a normal plane.<br/><br/>Oh yes. Mathias' father had a private jet. Spacious and free of annoying aisles and people.<br/><br/>Comfy chairs were bolted to the floor in the lounge space Mathias and Victor were going to be in for the long flight. What was it? Four hours?<br/><br/>Mathias plopped in a chair and sighed, letting himself relax before gesturing to a chair.<br/>"They'll have dinner ready soon. Hope you like what they have. I honestly don't know what they cooked today." He leaned his head back on the chair and closed his eyes, ignoring his upset stomach for the moment.<br/><br/>"Whatever drink you want, they'll get you." He said softly, eyes still closed.