In all honesty, Shinjiro was used to people giving him a wide berth. He didn't exactly radiate amiability, and nothing about his frowning glower or narrowed eyes suggested he was open to conversation, so it wasn't expected people would talk to him, even if they did pick him out of a crowd. He was tall for his age, just under 6 feet at the age of 18, and by the time he was finished growing, he would most likely stand a bit over the mark. He was thin and wiry, though the heavy maroon trench coat he wore did something to make his already broad shoulders seem broader, and all in all, he usually cast an intimidating shadow.

And so it took him a minute to realize the excitable man near him was talking to him. He looked over after a moment, brows lowering while he finished chewing and swallowing.

"Yeah." And they were. He hadn't expected a food cart in a fantasy world with weird giant birds and magic to have genuine street takoyaki. He was pleasantly surprised. He looked down at the tray then back to Watts before holding it out, his expression not changing. "Try one." He didn't, however, offer any explanation as to what Watts might actually be trying.