Reno wasn't quite as quick on the eating draw as Maki, snagging a cheese stick in retaliation for his onion rings being eaten, only to have to sit and reverse blow long enough to save his tongue. Divine retribution, he supposed. Don't steal from the date. He'd have grumbled if he wasn't distracted by the sudden silence. Unsure if it was Maki floundering for subject matter or the teen simply trailing off, Reno took his own chances.

"I don't actually know how to ride a bike," he stated, taking a sip of his ordered Guinness to simmer down before looking over at Maki with a nod.

"Not even kidding. Never been on one in my whole life. Never had a reason to. Always either walked everywhere or took the train. You sound pretty passionate about it, though, so there's gotta be somethin' to it."