Iced expresso. [He gives a gesture like a salute, before walking up to the counter. Normally he'd grab a snack, too, but somehow, he doesn't feel like eating in front of Kaneki.

So a cappuccino and an iced americano is all that's ordered, and when the coffee's ready, he'll carry both drinks to the table for himself and Kaneki, sitting down across from him. A grin already on his face.

...He was really happy, he decided. Things... didn't feel as bad as he thought they would.]

--Hey. So you're having to deal with bein' a 'criminal' for a month, are you not allowed to work or collect a paycheck or anything?