Choso slides out your seat quickly, making sure you sit yourself properly on the cushion before he sits likewise across the small cafe table. The occasional ring of the coffee shop door chime jingling as people come and go. The fall weather is nice, you note. Choso seems to notice this too from the way he's focused in on a mother bird building her nest in the near by tree.

After a moment longer, his head swivels back to your direction, features twisting into something that can only be described as bashful admiration before he idly picks at his nails.

"So, the coffee here is good? Have you been here before?"

He clears his throat.