"I think I read somewhere that white chocolate isn't even technically chocolate. Like it's made from something else? I don't know, but it's supposed to be an imposter or something." Alix shrugged as the train pulled in and people began to filter out. The convenient footsteps on the ground of the station showing people where to queue to not be in the way of disembarking passengers was a neat, thoughtful touch, they thought. Their hometown had shit for any kind of public transit to begin with.
They shuffled onto the train with Sloane, ignoring the obvious surprised looks of otherness from those around them. They'd been doing so for years, one trip to a collectivistic country wasn't going to bother them. "So we've done noodles, pizza, chocolate. What else is there?" As the train doors slid shut and the whole thing began to move with a small lurch, they wrapped an arm around Sloane to keep them close in the building throng.
"Oh, I guess there's coffee. Some people are like, hardcore about it. I don't know, man." They shrugged, looking serene. "There's just so much stuff out there I can't make myself get upset about it. Put all the flavour shots in it. As long as it's tasty, I'm down."