More fun... Tenma thought about that for a moment, a bemused, but pleased smile tugging the corners of his mouth. He supposed Grimmer had a point.
In the end they'd ordered a bowl of stew each and some cheese-toasted bread with wurst on the side (the woman at the counter had insisted they take some--Tenma wondered, half self-consciously, if his hoodie was doing a good job of hiding his thin frame), and found a booth near a window in the corner of the cafe. Grimmer faced the door, as had become customary, his eye always out for any sign of trouble. Better to get Tenma out before they saw his face, after all.
Grimmer was pulled out of his thoughts by a pleasurable hum from Tenma's direction, blinking as he watched the man tear off a piece of bread and dip it in the soup to eat. "Is it good?" he asked on a whim, like it needed to be asked, and Tenma smiled as he chewed.
"Best thing I've eaten in days," Tenma swallowed, and laughed, covering his mouth with his fingers to shield his smile. "Try it, Mr. Grimmer!"