Blitzø didn't really expect his day to go like this, but it did, so now he's sitting in a restaurant with you as you fucking annihilate the burger he bought for you. You kinda crashed into him while he was walking home from work and you just stood there staring at him, and since you're what, seven? He obviously asked a couple questions. He leans his face into his palm propped up on the table as he watches you eat.