"Sorry man, I don't even have a fork to eat with. Not like any of them can understand me. They, uh, hate foreigners, right?"
Simon scoops up a little rice with his hands and stuffs it into his mouth.
He actually finishes before speaking again.
"Hey, you wanna ditch these broads-"
Simon looks at Sakuya's distinctively flat chest and hips. To be perfectly blunt none of them are exactly well endowed, but her chest and hips are like Florida- flat, unremarkable, and boring. Simon corrects himself and continues on.
"-these chicks and hit the bar?"
"Also what's Florida?"