Accepting the food with a smile and thank you, Lin paused when Yukiko mentioned how American she was and gestured toward the chopsticks. The boy squinted and held one of the sticks up at eye-level, spying the small, quite genteel embossing of an eagle near the top. His eyes followed the design as it swirled downward, ending on the point of the utensil. It was an utterly ridiculous choice for a pair of chopsticks - kitschy and out of place, but Lin loved it.
"Fuuuuck," was the boy's elongated response as he paused in his admiration of the chopsticks, because he was a fucking lady. He set the little things on top of the food Yukiko had made and gave the girl a wide-eyed look. When he spoke, his voice was full of surprise. "You are so American. I think we're going to have to move the date of your first eagling up."
Once the words were out of his mouth, Lin's face broke into a smile. He shook his head and finally took a moment to appraise the dinner he'd been handed. French fries, rice balls, and an assortment of sushi. Lovely.
"What a spread," he said, his words and demeanor briefly becoming more genuine. "Thank you. I don't know what I have to offer to this meal, besides a third of a bottle of tequila."