( the nudge doesn't go unnoticed, and quite frankly, doesn't go without complaint either--there's a groan of displeasure as he tries to shift up in his chair, his back sliding up along the wood of it, and pointedly, he bends both his knees, hooking his legs underneath his own chair instead. he knows he has to at least give megumi some room, but then again, he's so used to taking up as much of megumi's personal space as possible that he considers it only a minor setback. they'll move on to all that later.

a black coffee, boring, but he predicted it: with that same sing-song voice, he waves the girl behind the counter over to them; she's clutching at her little carrying tray like her heart is skipping beats just to be around him, which likely is some tell as to how he's already gotten free food before all this, but. )

He'll have a black coffee. Not too hot. ( he's grinning up at the girl. ) I'll have a white chocolate mocha with extra whipped cream, iced please, with caramel drizzle. Oh! And a muffin. Blueberry, if you've got it.

( repeating the order in a rapid-fire, flustered voice, the girl retreats back behind the counter--which means that now, the only object of satoru's attention is megumi himself. he leans into the table, putting both elbows onto it to look at him from behind the safety of his lenses. )

So? You want to see my trick first, or you want to talk about the terrible truths of our existence first? ( while there's some measure of humor in his voice, it's obvious he'll respect megumi's decision--like he always does, unless it's a decision that puts megumi in unwarranted danger. ) You really did miss me, huh.