[Ferran is less inclined to do anything but what's suggested right now, as uncertain he is about being here in the first place, and he steps to the side to look at the menu in the hopes of not getting in anyone's way. It turns out there are some different sorts of ingredients, and that doesn't help with the decision making process.
He has to take a closer look at the currency for a moment, still unfamiliar with it, but at least they're all labeled appropriately. He's sure used to things sounding like they cost less, though, even with the places he tends to frequent... Imagine ordering a sandwich labeled a thousand cents on the menu...
Although he's a little unsure about what Rikku might like, he has to assume she doesn't hate anything here, or she would have said so. He settles on a vegetable soup and a sandwich with a couple of meats, distant but polite to the man (the owner, perhaps?) as he offers the order. She can have whichever one she likes more, and he'll have the other.
After that, he's certainly glad to sit at a table near the window to conserve the limited amount of energy he still has, waiting for Rikku.]
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He has to take a closer look at the currency for a moment, still unfamiliar with it, but at least they're all labeled appropriately. He's sure used to things sounding like they cost less, though, even with the places he tends to frequent... Imagine ordering a sandwich labeled a thousand cents on the menu...
Although he's a little unsure about what Rikku might like, he has to assume she doesn't hate anything here, or she would have said so. He settles on a vegetable soup and a sandwich with a couple of meats, distant but polite to the man (the owner, perhaps?) as he offers the order. She can have whichever one she likes more, and he'll have the other.
After that, he's certainly glad to sit at a table near the window to conserve the limited amount of energy he still has, waiting for Rikku.]