Very slowly, Sena's head turns to stare in the direction she pointed to. When one thinks eat, there's usually more than an empty table involved. Maybe a bowl of snacks? A drink?

Not a giant pool of Listerine.

Carbohydrates? Electrolytes? Sena gulped again. Hiie...This sounds like a kind of meal Shin-san would prefer...!

"Ouh, n-no, thank you, um..." He hesitated, trying to think of the most important thing he ought to ask, given the chance.

"Um...how come I can hear you...in Japanese?"

Yes, very good.