[ Being told he should dump it is one thing. Yuca isn't entirely willing to concede his beverage to just anyone, not when he's so small and vulnerable in comparison to others; it's the worst, being this small, and he wishes he could just skip the confines of youth and be an adult. Even speeding up his development in his carrier's womb hadn't been enough. But, in a way, he is very obedient. When Chrono physically holds his hand out for the drink,

he hands it over without protesting. Dark eyes blinking in a way that could be seen as surprise — whether at the directness of the other boy, or his own willingness to obey, he couldn't tell. ]

The menu said they'd do things to us. What kind of people want to drink things that make them do things they might not want to?

[ Idiots do, his internal dialogue sighs. ]

Um. Thank you?