You're not going to tell me what those mean, are you? [But he can piece together from the look on Viktor's face that he isn't secretly telling him how to say something like 'tea is disgusting and coffee is superior,' so— mm. He'd love a precise translation, of course he would, but whatever it means, he decides he very much likes to hear Viktor say it.] Tell me the first one again? Milá—?

[Oops, he's decided the pronunciation actually matters very much, if he is to call Viktor this presumably sweet thing, please pause in the plan for a quick linguistics lesson. Ooh, maybe they can write a little translation cheat sheet, date activity—

Twelve courses, though. Miserable. Only the sappy language learning keeps him from outright grimacing at twelve courses.]

Repeat customers who make fun of the food and don't like the finery. [ehhh it's probably fine,] Twelve courses might actually kill me. Even three.