[ metaphorically grabs akechi and snaps him in half over amos' knee, affectionately

It's okay, Akechi need not worry about Amos' mound of pancakes — as they walk he uses his fork to dig into some of the whipped cream and shove that in his mouth, thoughtfully cleaning the utensil. Yeah, he can't properly dig into them when they're standing and moving, but he can help himself to some sugary goodness, bit by bit.

He does have the decency to set the fork down (stab it into the pancakes where it will stay secure and upright) before answering him, at least. ]

Shit, there would be a welcoming committee putting all this together, wouldn't there? [ This might be the first time he's thought about how all of the food comes together. ] I... no. I'm not on it.

[ Busted. He's going to scoop up another mound of whipped cream regardless. ]

I try to come out here when we hold these things because... I mean, I like it here. Want others to like it here, too. I've been living here over a year now; I figure if anyone's got any questions I'm as good as anyone to ask. So I'm out here.

[ A moment, as he eats the new whipped cream on his fork. ]

Be weird of me to ignore the food, anyway. Never had stuff this good where I'm from, so I'm not going to take it for granted. Besides, wouldn't have run into you if I wasn't perusing the pancakes, would I?

[ His voice is friendly. He's glad he ran into you, Akechi! Now about that sushi... ]