Quali-tea. Ah. He got it. Souji's face perks up when hears it and it's just right up his alley. He walks over to the counter where Yosuke's standing, leaning against it with folded hands.

"I'm really looking forward to it now. I think it will be egg-sceptional."

Smile, smile. Whoever just heard him from lingering customers is probably giving him a weird look.

"It went alright," Souji leans his chin against the palm of his hand, looking relaxed and chatty, for a guy that has a semi-blank face. But he's in a good mood right now. "My niece helped me out with some planting and replanting, and we had some customers, so I can't complain. How was your day? Did the ingredients work out for you?"