"Next time we go on a date, can you not wear a suit?"
Eleven asked him.
At this roadside stall, he was not worried about being recognized by the old lady, so he casually removed his mask and put it to one side, waiting until he'd finished his noodles before putting it back on.
"I really don't have anything other than suits, oh, do sportswear count?"
"Pfft..." Eleven chuckled, "Are you going to wear sportswear on a date with me? I don't mind, if you think it's ok."
Of course, Eleven didn't really mean that. She rested her chin on one hand and said while looking at him: "After we finish eating, I'll accompany you to buy some clothes. It can't always be me doing the shopping."
"No big deal, we shouldn't waste our wonderful date time on clothes shopping."
Just as Eleven was about to say something, he continued: "Your shopping doesn't count."
Eleven burst into laughter, feeling very helpless: "Who calculates things your way?"
