Raidou hooked his thumbs into the back of his waistband, and paused mid-step while he waited for Genma to get locked up. "I was thinking curry," he said, with a casual shoulder shrug. It wasn't an idle choice; Genma, when he was fit and healthy, would cheerfully walk over hot coals for an equally hot curry, and Raidou would just as cheerfully veto the idea, not being much of a fan of spicy foods. But... well, he could go with it for once. Besides, he'd won the spar, so he got to chose dinner. That was how it worked.

He chose dinner a lot.

"There's a new place on the corner of Silver Street," he continued, setting off down the hallway at an easy lope. "Aoba mentioned it was pretty good. We could try there if you're up for something different?" Curry and a new restaurant with new, interesting people to look at. That practically had Genma stamped on it.