Jouno is relieved for the more quiet table, though it doesn't help much considering how powerful his ears are. Even in this form, his senses are stronger than what they should be. Taking a seat across from Tachihara, he allows the other to order for both of them, smiling at the waiter all the while.

Once the waiter is out of earshot, he laughs, "I'm a thousand years old. I don't think my tastes can change anymore." Jouno is, if anything, pretty set in his ways.

The coffee is brought to them and Jouno takes a careful sip of it, pleased to find it tastes as good as he remembers. "Delicious." He breathes a pleased sigh, wishing not for the first time that it was easier to have luxuries like these back home as well. He may not understand Tachihara's fascination with the human world, but he does understand when it comes to coffee.