[ He'd just been standing there, waiting for Hayame to follow him. Okay, so it was taking her a little bit... kinda weird... and oh, there she is. He looks up at her expectantly, but since she opts to just continue their conversation like normal, shrugs it off. So she's a little paler, so her steps aren't quite as sure. Maybe some people just get teleportation sickness? The way some people got disoriented when they were on a spacewalk and looked up at the sheer nothing all around them. Fair enough; he's content to keep leading their way to the festival — he remembers exactly where that little hole-in-the-wall with the donairs was. ]

Huh, really? [ He's only like... half-listening, because as far as he knows, she's started spouting a bunch of unconnected phrases. ] No banquets where I was from. Didn't do a whole lot of hunting, either. In space you'd have to grow it in a vat. It works, but it's nowhere near as good as the real thing.

[ Because that will definitely make sense to Hayame — but it's all just idle conversation to him as the streets start getting more and more crowded, anyway... ]