This all feels more than a little bit surreal. But then, that's a term that could be troweled over the past several years of his life, and the past few weeks in particular. At least this is a good sort of strangeness (though the implications of 'being invited to socialize with anyone at all' qualifying as a startling irregularity are... probably best left unexamined).
He waits on the sidewalk for Martin to lock up, then keeps pace with him, letting him pick the direction. John's own scouting expeditions throughout the city have had less to do with places to grab a bite and more to do with places to discreetly commit fraud, so he knows little about what bars or restaurants might be in the area. But Martin seems to have a clear preference, and while one could argue that they've both been through something of an ordeal, Martin's was probably worse. If he wants Japanese, he should have it.
John should probably eat something, as well. He's not sure if his hunger is entirely physical, but if he can at least satisfy himself on that front, so much the better.
"That works for me," he says, just a bit carefully, like this is a script he hasn't referenced in a while, and he isn't entirely sure of his lines. With a bit more confidence, he continues, "I keep waiting for this place to just admit that it's America." In terms of accents, geography, and architecture, it might as well be, but the strange currency and bizarre local politics give it the air of an immersive theme park minus the rides.
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He waits on the sidewalk for Martin to lock up, then keeps pace with him, letting him pick the direction. John's own scouting expeditions throughout the city have had less to do with places to grab a bite and more to do with places to discreetly commit fraud, so he knows little about what bars or restaurants might be in the area. But Martin seems to have a clear preference, and while one could argue that they've both been through something of an ordeal, Martin's was probably worse. If he wants Japanese, he should have it.
John should probably eat something, as well. He's not sure if his hunger is entirely physical, but if he can at least satisfy himself on that front, so much the better.
"That works for me," he says, just a bit carefully, like this is a script he hasn't referenced in a while, and he isn't entirely sure of his lines. With a bit more confidence, he continues, "I keep waiting for this place to just admit that it's America." In terms of accents, geography, and architecture, it might as well be, but the strange currency and bizarre local politics give it the air of an immersive theme park minus the rides.