[ Defensively, she opens her mouth as if to challenge him. To ask if he had something to say. The girl, at the root of it, could be fairly competitive but this was far from a game of cat and mouse. She instead doesn't comment, instead shaking her head with a coy look of her own. It was a nice moment before reality sets in. That they were both seeing better days – but it didn't stop them from enjoying something as simple as a French fry. ]

I haven't had plain ones in a while. We have some killer kimchi fries from some corner stand near the piers! The owner lets us stop by late if we call ahead – but... these are not so bad.

[ However, even among Hana rambling about the difference in potatoes, she stops short of picking up her burger and chowing down. He was definitely using one hand and instead, she picks up and unwraps her plastic cutlery. An accusing point of her fork, she deflects hard. ]

I regret letting you think you can get away with doing things alone. [ Bold, sure, but maybe it was what he needed to hear. They both had their own skeletons that filled their closet. ] Even now. Here...

[ The sausage links were left alone, but she cuts into the bacon to half it and hold it up towards his face. She didn't infantize him – it wasn't that, ever. He was older than her, had a lot of history but... ]

They don't have to just be good in the past. The world is trying to heal and people like us are trying to speed things along. [ If he doesn't take her offering of his bacon, he'd hear her speak in her native tongue: ] Eat.