Private Finished Of Cats and Fireflies

"If we'll sit in the same table I doubt you'd be able to avoid getting mixed in with it, genius."
Tomo shot back and chuckled as well. Tomo came across a bike rack and couldn't resist hopping on it and balancing across it with ease. It was the cat in her, what could she say.

They arrived at the sushi place Shiro and Tada had taken Tomo to after she had just gotten back and the delicious smell of fresh fish make Tomo almost drool. To anyone else it probably smelled gross or they couldn't smell it, but Tomo was a cat and fish was her jam.
"Yeah, this is it. This place also has really cute waiters, or so my sister says. I don't see it, I'm just here for the fish, but maybe you'll enjoy it."
Tomo chatted with a small smirk and shrugged.

Tomo opened the door and walked with purpose, heading to a corner table meant for two. Tomo sat on down and didn't bother picking up the menu, she already knew what she wanted.
"This place has got gyoza to die for as a starter."
Tomo mentioned as she waited for James to decide what he wanted.

"Gyoza are small dough pouches that have vegetable and meat filling, they're fried of a pan and topped with sauce, it's really good."
Tomo explained, not at all surprised James didn't know what gyoza were. Few people who didn't explicitly like Asian cuisine knew.

Tomo could tell from the shift in James' gaze and posture that he had decided what he'd get. Tomo whistled and gestured for the waitress Shiro thought was hot, Tomo thought that sure she was pretty but that was about it. And the waitress was wearing her uniform in a way that revealed way too much cleavage for a sushi bar so that might also affect Shiro's opinion.
"Yeah, I always get the multi set. Little bit of everything."
Tomo answered with a small smirk, just as the waitress arrived.

"Yeah, I'll get the multi set, what'll it be for you?"
Tomo raised a brow at James in question, and waited for him to make his own order.
"Well? Was she hot? I'm on a mission here to question my sister's taste in women, so give me an honest opinion."
Tomo asked when the waitress had gone, giving James a small smirk and a head tilt.

"Sure, call them that if you want. They're really similar anyway."
Tomo said with a nonchalant wave of a hand. Someone prouder of their heritage would start to argue the differences between gyoza and dumplings, which were few, but Tomo didn't care. All that mattered was that they were pretty damn good.

James' answer made Tomo snort and she chuckled, answering his grin.
"Oh no, now there's two people with bad taste around, taken in by the cleavage. What should I do?"
Tomo teased and poured herself some water, sipping it.

Tomo snorted, and smirked at James over the rim of her glass.
"I'll tell you a secret, James. You can let others doubt your taste, but you should never doubt it. That's how you always win."
And with that advice Tomo lifted her glass to meet James' in a cheers, and she emptied her glass in one gulp like it was a shot.

"You know James, you're okay. Okay enough to know my name's actually Tomo, not Neko. I gave you a fake name in case you were an ass."
Tomo gave him a small grin, spinning the water in her glass that she had just poured.

James took the false name thing pretty well, well enough to act all jokey and snarky about it, and Tomo returned his grin.
"Suppose I deserve that. Keep calling me what you want, just don't use it against me, 'kay?"
Tomo urged and pointed a sharp-nailed finger at James.

"Masterplan? Oh no no."
Tomo slowly shook her head and tapped her nails against her glass, giving a sly smirk.
"I'm not stupid enough to reveal my masterplan at first meeting. This was merely a...greeting."
Tomo snickered and peered over to the counter, where their orders were almost done. The chef at this place was an octopus merman, who could be really efficient with his eight arms.