[ Oh, yeah. Definitely an adult he's dealing with here. Akechi's age is definitely not automatically endearing him to Amos by virtue of it alone, let alone the seriousness he carries himself with. Definitely.

Amos lets the pointedness wash right over him, content just to be making conversation alone. (It's entirely possible he's coming across as an idiot; in reality he's just vibing, and isn't bothered either way.)

Cheerfully: ] Nope.

[ He is not familiar with fugu; such luxuries did not tend to be found in Baltimore, no matter how much money you had, and something so potentially dangerous was not a common find in space. Maybe he's stumbled across it once or twice, but not in a way that'd be memorable.

Which is probably a good thing.

Either way. ]

I'm familiar with sushi, though. That's good shit. [ Maybe he'll pick some up after he's completed his mountain of pancakes?? Get-togethers like these are a great time to have a bottomless stomach. Amos takes a look around. ] Might be here somewhere, though. Or might be able to find someone who knows how to make it. Let's go.

[ And off he goes, ready to go looking around at all of the food present in the quest for sushi and/or fugu. He tips his head back at Akechi; he coming, or what? ]