There is an indulgent smile on Cheng's face and he curled his fingers around Will's in return. "I think I'd like that. Trying out all the future foods around here." He wasn't a 'foodie' as he heard some people toss that term around, but it would be a new experience.

"I've had what Vegas made," Cheng agreed. "It does remind me of home. It was good." Was it as good as his sister's cooking? He was probably extremely biased if he said no. But it was up there! At the way Riley wilted a bit, Cheng's lips pursed and he leaned up against Riley a little more. He had come to learn here that people considered Cheng and others in his time as this Chinese. "My sister's cooking is better and I will have to take you both to her place to eat. It's better than Chinese food because this Chinese is the decedent of what she can cook."

Before he could say anything else, the waiter was there to take their orders. Cheng fumbled a bit with his order as he was having a problem trying to figure out how to say 'Nduja' for the sausage.