[how much Ryuji has leveled up his ability to be comforting, or even how confident he is in doing so, doesn't really matter much in the end, because Dave's not all that used to being comforted. it's why he still sort of hesitates, despite that large and blaring invitation to lean on him, before he goes ahead and just. does so slowly, cheek properly smushed against Ryuji's shoulder and everything.]

Banana milk. [what the fuck, he's never ... heard of banana milk. there's an entire fucking thirty-second pause while he processes that, and sort of wrinkles his nose at the idea, but that's only because he has a very obvious bias when it comes to fruit-flavored beverages.]

[.......... banana milk.]

No, I mean - I remember the commercials, but our shit wasn't nearly that, uh. Fashion forward? Are khakis even a thing anymore? I don't fuckin' know.

But they're called Capri Sun on my Earth. Which just makes them sound like soccer mom juice or something - I think they had commercials like that, too, though.

[Dave is too out of it to offer a thoughtful rating on how how comforting Ryuji is being, other than that he can sense the affection behind it. but the fact that he's electing to stay where he is, being a lot more warmly efficient than that shitty blanket Ryuji brought with him ever was, is probably a good indicator of what he thinks. maybe they need to work on these sort of things compared to someone else's standards, but right now, they seem to be going along at a rate that's working just fine.]

Capri might also be an island.