[it's the dubiousness that has sizhui second-guessing, his composure briefly faltering, eyebrows creased with deep consideration. perhaps this was too forward and he came on strong; the other orber doesn't know him, after all, so inviting cal to the gala could've just been a lot all at once—

but there comes that laugh and his expression softens, slowly brightening into another, more outright smile when cal remarks about lunch after such a blatant show of enthusiasm from his stomach.] Well, I would say so! [sizhui's turn to laugh, an airy-sounding thing that peters out shortly as he prepares to retaliate, hesitates, then (reluctantly) accepts that cal's right: they are on the same team here, so they do share the same goal, but he's glad he at least had something to offer right away.

he mms affirmingly, motions one sleeve-covered hand over his shoulder toward the shopkeeper,] Once we are finished here, we'll find the largest restaurant offering the most options and eat to our heart's content.