[aside from the fact that he pays for their food, the rest of the meal can be considered an equal exchange. Tonic may be getting as much information about the great and mysterious world beyond as he can manage, but Tek is selfishly taking advantage of this captive audience to tell his tales. his love for telling stories will never end, and it's hard to find someone who will sit still long enough for him to really indulge in the habit.

so, Tek joyfully gets to run his mouth (far longer than Robin is ever willing to listen to) and Tonic can sit back, stuff himself with incomparable food, and enjoy the show.

Tek is very content by the time they step out onto the street again. the fresh air feels good after the warm, smoky air inside the restaurant. he stretches and breathes while Tonic makes his request about the next leg of their outing.]

Yes, of course. We'll need somewhere to spend our time before this evening, after all. [and with a little life now stretched into his shoulders, he sighs and shrugs his companion closer again as they walk.] ...Though, I do hope you know where it is, because I am mostly faking my familiarity with this place.