Oh. [ Touma scratches his head. "Horse-drawn wagons". What era is she from? Well, that could mean she's either from the country — though she doesn't look it — or from a different time period and thus would have no idea who he is or where he's from.
Possibly.
Maybe.
Best to keep playing it safe. ] Well, I could show you, but there's got to be something less complicated to play... [ Shooting game? Not a fan. Claw machine? Too frustrating. Dancing game? Too embarrassing.
...giving up on that, he just slides into one chair and reaches over to pat the other. ] Have a seat.