Good that they aren't immediate! But even still, Ky occasionally glanced up from his tea and the food he'd ordered once brought out, but for the most part still tried to keep his attention not on Sol. If he'd been approached, all that effort would be for naught and then what? Fortunate that he wasn't, considering. The tea at least helped to settle him a bit, and eating a little further.

During one of the intermittent deviations in his attention's target, he bothered to wonder how anyone could eat the way Sol did. Thoughts drifted back to the war, trying to remember if Sol'd eaten like that during those snatched up opportunities to eat. And then he was in the restaurant again, just because thinking too long on those times, while nice for their clear-cut right-and-wong, were still truly unpleasant memories.

...And he'd largely not appreciate being teased as something on Sol's list of priorities, if he knew about it!

After a silent prayer, eating, and finishing his tea, Ky quietly stood (having paid earlier made this much easier) and strode with some degree of purpose to just as quietly claim a seat by Sol. Saying nothing yet, because what could he say? Well. At least he didn't think he had anything that could earn more than a noncommittal grunt or something.

"It's strange to find you somewhere so mundane." Well, he tried.