"Spaghetti is the pasta, you know...? Not the sauce. You could just have it alone, as there is no frying to it." He's still eating, chewing while he thinks and making sure to have good manners. He may not be a formal eater, but he's self-conscious. "It'd be like referring to all soba as yakisoba! Ah!" Gokudera gestures to his spaghetti. "Tomato soba!" He chuckles again. It's fun to mix up the cultures and their different foods.

He glances over his shoulder. Damn... he should have grabbed an onigiri for himself.

"You say that, but it doesn't make me feel any better." Gokudera goes back to his milk. "Actually makes me feel sleepy most of the time." There had been a time when he had first ever met Yamamoto, that the baseball idiot had told him calcium would help with his irritability, or... something like that.

"Hm? This ship? No... but I hope it comes back often." He definitely was fond of some of those aliens that greeted him. Gokudera wonders if there is a piano anywhere in Anchor he could practice in private. Back home, he had a keyboard in his room, and on Amoi, he'd had to get lucky enough to be allowed to play in bars. Ex-pets had a hard time finding jobs.

"I get the feeling that video hasn't been updated in a while." Duh. Why else would Anchor seem so overgrown and locked down? He wonders what he can find out. Gokudera may be pretty smart, but he is no programmer.