[He gives a contemplative hum as Makoto speaks, and considers what he says. It's... been awhile since he's had regular Japanese food, so the thought isn't terrible, and the taste of home is something he thinks he'd definitely care for, so...]

I think you're right. On both counts. One that I'd be an absolute mess, and you'd have to drag me back to my room, which would just be awkward for both of us, and two, that a taste of home would be kinda nice.

[He drums his fingers on the table a little, considering.]

Maybe something like yakitori? Or maybe okonomiyaki....