The young man looked around him nervously but gave off the kind of air that, while he looked lost, he also looked excited. Perhaps he was here to watch the race? That thought twisted disgusting emotions in Ikato's gut, causing him to look away from the curiosity and back to the cookie in front of him.

Ikato took a quiet bite. As he was chewing his initial bite, he felt an itch somewhere in his body that he wanted to turn around and look at the young man. What did he look like? Blond hair? Were his eyes blue or green? Was he taller or thinner, or fit..?

He got his chance just as the server came up to him with a tray. She placed before him from the tray a thick cup that had been warmed, full of hot crystal clear water, and a small dish that had a tea steeper made of metal mesh with a long design that came up to hang off the edge of the cup until it looked like there was a sword in a stone floating in the waves of the water.

Ikato turned to her, taking his chance to comment on the tea steeper while his eyes darted over to look at the blond. “Aw, no tropical island?”

“It's being cleaned,” she commented playfully back at him.