[Ryan had reminded Oren of Mattias just enough that he'd been expecting to spend his whole time here working towards this direction. Instead, it's laid out before him unmistakably in such a short time, and he's ever so pleased. They're eating almost like strangers, but Oren works to change that. Shifting so he's not just standing and eating, he sits on a clear spot of the table, one leg crossing over the other as he takes another bite.

What kind of fun?

There's not a trace of mess left after the bite, but still he draws a finger from his free hand across his lips and licks it clean, contemplating with a gaze focused on the ground between them.]

I don't know... I'm nothing but your guest, after all. I came here to spend time with you.

[That says enough, doesn't it? His eyes drag upwards, tracing over Ryan as his lips pause before another bite.] Why don't you tell me what you'd like to do?