Firo may not be the most emotionally intelligent person, but he knows she’s secretly laughing at him. He puffs out his cheeks and prepares himself to start arguing back—but he draws up short when she seems ready to leave.

He, on the other hand, will take his can with him as he hops off the stool to follow her out. “Chinese?”

No idea. He can stall, though, he’s sure. At least he knows where Chinatown is, so that should do most of the work for them. He points off into the distance. “That way.”