He could feel the smugness before he heard her words. "What are you waiting for?" the familiar voice called out to him from slightly up the stairs. "Just my date," he said with a grin, figuring that'd get a rise out of her. Leon followed her up the stairs and out of the building, catching up with her after they got outside. "So, where shoul-" he started, his stomach letting out a growl that rivaled that of a tiger, "We should probably get a bite to eat. I think I saw a place we can actually order from too." Leon sounded a bit more excited as he said the second part. He grabbed onto her hand and started walking quickly toward the stand he saw on the way here. Food was a high priority on his mind at the moment, though embarrassing Aeria was equally high, hence the forced hand holding. He still wanted to get her back for the smug smile after all!

"I'd been thinking about what you told me. About your twin. If he's on this ship, I think we can find him." Leon said as they arrived at the food stand, a little hole in the wall named [i]Hjem[/i]. The stand had a small bar inside and a few tables in the back, the stand mostly deserted minus the cook and his waiter, two blonde men with rough faces and rougher hands. "Hei! Seat hvor du vil!" the waiter said, giving the two a friendly wave. Leon smiled at the man, and released Aeria's hand, taking a seat at the bar. His eyes quickly darted through the menu board above the bar and rose two fingers, calling to the waiter, "Ørret filet, lam, to øl, to vann, sende regningen til Shiggneth!" The waiter nodded, jotted down the order on a pad and shoved it into the cook's hands. "This is a Norwegian place," Leon explained to Aeria, realizing she was probably feeling kind of lost at this point, "I ordered for us and told them to bill Shigganeth. I'm sure he won't mind."