[ TJ can’t help a little smile creeping over his face. When he was younger, he didn’t like trying all the cuisines his parents wanted him to taste. It was nice to see Steve wanting to dive in and not have the most Americanized versions of whatever. ]

Oh! If you absolutely can’t manage the chopsticks, just ask for a fork. I’ll end up with one half-way through. It’s like a universal inevitability.

[ That said, TJ opens his menu and starts looking over the options. He’ll most likely go with the tried and true hibachi steak. Everything’s pretty self-explanatory, with names, descriptions, and prices beside them. Since it’s TJ idea, he’ll be footing the bill. ]

I know you can’t get drunk, but you split some sake with me?