Those that truly got to know him would understand that choice was a welcomed and highly appreciated thing for Tyki. He was enjoying this place more than he thought he would.

Since he's holding both he's going to set his orange soda into the crook of his arm and use both hands to peel away at the foil until he can take a proper bite. He didn't mind messy and there was a strange satisfaction at just how much was on it.

"Okay, okay," he responds at her impatience and he pulls it to his lips and takes a good sized bite. He blinks in alarming surprise at how it was decent, hot, pleasing to the tongue, and yet beckoned him to eat more. It's so bad for him. He can tell that already but his face shows a very odd pleasure at the taste. There's nothing on here that he particularly dislikes, "Not bad. Definitely pleasing."