Convincing him was hard, but you were able to drag him to a very cheap sushi restaurant. Sitting down, he was already complaining.

"You know, we could go to a real Japanese restaurant. I am very happy to pay for however much you eat."

Complaining about the revolving belt, he rolls his eyes. "I take it back: you are a disturbingly cheap date." He adds. You push some edamame to him, considering it'll be the only he'd trust.

"It's probably spider meat." He says when you eat a sushi roll.