"Why would I want that? It's basically cheating." Anyway, he might have never taken to throwing balls around, but Levi trusted his aim was better than all that. It was with knives and swords, anyway. He sniffed a little, like he was annoyed by the very concept, but didn't bother articulating further.
He sat back on his seat for a moment, his legs all but dangling when he did, and looked down at the shoes on his feet. They fit a bit weird, and weren't particularly nice looking but apparently they'd do the job and that would have to be enough. "Good. You picked something you like, then. That's one of the positives of this place." He doubted highly that Dean had been a mechanic in his old life. "I always wanted a tea shop," he said, although he didn't know why. He'd never told anyone that before. He shrugged the thought away and stood in order to watch Dean put their names in, and while he wasn't great with technology, it seemed a little less impactful than cellphones seemed to be.
At the idea of fries, Levi perked up a bit and nodded in agreement. "With the red dipping shit. And a drink. Whatever you're having, I don't care."
He did take his turn then, selecting a ball that seemed both heavy enough but still small enough to fit his fingers in the hole -- which was a hell of a lot more of a hassle than it probably should have been. He took a moment more to watch a few others further down the lane to see the technique before all but hurling the thing down the lane at breakneck speed. That he stood at the end of the hardwood and scowled at the ball until it knocked down over half the pins was probably weird, but it simply couldn't be helped.