"Takoyaki it is, then." Akechi steps up to the food cart offering the takoyaki and other assorted Japanese takeout. "Two orders of takoyaki, please."

The cognition smiles, giving a very generic response for a food worker, and steps back to prepare the meal. It's almost robotic. Like an NPC in a video game.

"While we wait, I got permission to share the other Ren's number with you." In fact, he'll text Ren the contact info for his own convenience.