"That's what we called them in my house when I was a kid." Yeah, still oblivious to the fact that he called the spaghetti that when he first saw it. Yamamoto had not considered that Gokudera had been so young he may not remember things like what food he ate. After all, he has been on his own for a long time. True, while not a picky eater Yamamoto would prefer to not eat Bianchi's cooking. It never looks quite right.

"You're welcome" He is sipping his own as soon as he says it, smiling around the straw as dark eyes take in his surroundings. If a carton of milk brings that look to his friend's face he may have to offer it more often. Not that he doesn't anyway, he is a firm believer in the benefits of milk!

It was good, good enough it makes Yamamoto laugh. "Yes, it's good for you." He flashes a thumbs-up, taking another bite before he speaks again.

"Do you think this place is here all the time?" His curiosity about their new home sparking now that his stomach is getting full.

"It wasn't in the video." It sure would be nice if it was, they could make good use of the buffet and the beach in Yamamoto's opinion.