He had been reminded of the wastes on Amoi when he watched the video, too. Honestly, he could imagine this as the same planet, but much further in the future. Not enough lasers, though... and far too many robotics. He hums his agreement. Amoi was strange.

The jumps in expression and hesitation are just going to slide if Yamamoto doesn't point them out, which will inevitably do wonders.

Gokudera looks on at the milk and realizes that he's only had it for the past couple years as an additive to tea. For that matter... if it was fake too, did it come from something other than a cow? He's getting a bit lost in thought and takes up his spoon and fork, twisting and cradling the pasta before taking a bite.

And what a bite it is. He's got to do his best to not eat as fast as he can, so lets out a contented sigh before savoring the next bite. Fork down and he's speaking again, feeling oddly conversational. But hey... it's been a bit since he had someone to talk to, and Yamamoto probably won't mind, right?

"Have you ever had it before? Spaghetti?" He knows that the baseball idiot had gone to Italy with Dino once. Gokudera points to the food on Yamamoto's own plate with one hand and takes up his water with the other. This... seems real enough, tastes good, and he feels comfortable, expression bored, or maybe a little relaxed.