Gokudera may be a very proud young man, used to taking care of himself. However, Yamamoto usually feels comfortable sharing his food. That, and if he really couldn’t take one of his onigiri... he could just go grab another from the buffet. As it is, he definitely takes one, no one is upset about it, so there’s no problem. Not that Yamamoto is ever the type to lash out like the Storm Guardian does.

“I guess being on a different planet means we could always try foods neither of us are familiar with...” That is both an exciting and terrifying thought.

He’s going to snicker, hearing Yamamoto actively referring to spaghetti with red sauce as Tomato Soba is so stupid.

“Ah-!” Way to call him out like that. Gokudera gives a little bit of a pout and mutters that he can’t help it. Even on Amoi, his roommate had noticed how Gokudera would never sleep at normal hours. He worries how adjusting to a new planet will work with his insomnia.

“You think there’s a pool, even?” He’s not interested in swimming, but what doesn’t this space cruise ship have? Gokudera won’t bring up his desire to play the piano again. It’s always something that’s been very personal to him. He would play. He just won’t talk about it easily. True to form with most personal matters, and those that especially don’t concern the family, he’s evasive. It isn’t that playing the piano is a weakness, it’s just... irrelevant.