he nods and puts the burger back on the tray(?) that he got it from.
he paused, opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again —;
❝ it sounds like ...
ᅟ ... korea ? ❞
“ O-oh, I see. I'm sorry. ” Pyrrha examines the can again, turning it over in her hands.
“ Well, thank you. I've never had one of these before. ” She'd looked up at the gifter momentarily before looking back down and running a finger over the opening tab.
An inquisitive pair of harlequin–green optics meet the reddish can, and she gungerly accepts the offer.
“ Th – Thank you ... but uh ... what is this.ᐣ ”