[ Miraculously; against Akira's will, perhaps. But Goro doesn't parry the statement with resistance. He opts to stare vacantly at the windowed display, countenance absent of its performative delight — though his eyes still glints with subtle intrigue upon Akira's return, attention fixed upon the dango. ]

... Thanks.

[ Belatedly said — gratitude withheld up until he notes Akira's swift, retracting hand, like a reminder to retain some manners regardless of their oddly placed familiarity... but the dango remains unobtainable, still. Goro knits his brows, wrinkles his nose, mildly miffed and confused; maybe this particular comrade-against-fate would prefer having that first bite instead, however playful and roundabout the approach. So: Goro gestures for Akira to go on ahead. ]

After you, then. [ The treat wasn't worth additional probing; 'nothing special', indeed. Hardly leaves any room for disappointment. But now he's curious to know: ]

We all judge a book by its cover, don't we? ... What is something that you've adamantly refused before deciding to give it a chance later on?