[ Oh, fuck, Amos could go for a double bacon cheeseburger. Not that it's something he's ever had in his life, but he knows what bacon is. He knows what cheese is. He knows what burgers are. At some point he has had all three, but separately — and also, it's been a long time. ]

Cool. [ The word is casual, but there's an underlying excitement in his voice that belies his status as an adult and makes him sound more like a sincere teenager. He's already drifting over towards that line, shooting Tony a grin as he figures he's coming right along with him. ] I dunno about you, but pretty sure this is about to blow my mind.

[ Does Tony have any dietary restrictions? Is he okay with eating meat? These are questions that do not occur to Amos, because he is stoked about the chance to eat a double bacon cheeseburger for the first time in his life.

But to his credit, not so stoked that he can't continue their more meaningful conversation — especially since the line is decently-sized, so it'll be some minutes before they can order anything. ]

Pink like your hair? [ Amos' voice softens as he looks back at Tony, genuinely curious. ] I tried making some stuff for... well, she wasn't my mom, but she raised me. Never used flowers though, and we had some like those ones outside.

[ The cherry blossoms. After a beat, ] Maybe I should've tried. Never occurred to me that I could do that. It's nice that you did.