So you don't think having fun serves a point? Lessons would be hosted here, I'd have to pay for the food... but that's fine. Just grab a stool we'll eat at the island.

[A second bowl is made up. This time for herself. Meat is indulgent, and so she piles up less than him. Perhaps to watch her figure, or maybe to make sure the man who paid for the room gets the better cut.

Rin grabs a stool for herself. To sit next to him rather than across.]

You know I'm not surprised. That you're the younger one.