"So it seems..." Kyouma sighed at Torako's remark, shrugging his shoulders at the girl as she entered the restaurant. Man, there really were all types of people here in Academy City, weren't there? What was the likelihood of running into a wannabe European princess in the middle of the city again?

Snark aside, Kyouma nodded toward Beatrix in acknowledgement. It wouldn't hurt to humor her for a while, at the very least.

"Well, I don't think we should keep her waiting, either." he said, following Torako as she seemingly left the two of them behind.

The smell of meat was... Overpowering, for sure. In fact, he wasn't sure if it could be called a 'restaurant' as much as it would a 'slaughterhouse'. His stomach, however, seemed to think otherwise, almost egging him on to grab whatever was the largest on the menu and chomp it down. He almost followed it, too, at least until his rational mind kicked in. Beefsteak and a soda. That was fine.

The giant slab of meat that presented itself to him was intimidating, to say the least. It felt like he was in America or something, especially with the way with how stereotypically it presented itself. What he expected was, of course, much smaller than this.

"Er... Are these... Supposed to be this big?" he asked apprehensively as he cut off a piece of his meal. "Looks like someone just chopped it straight off of a cow..."