[Armin ducks his head a little, embarrassed he hadn't thought of that - even though there's no reason he would have - he hopes it isn't too obvious. There's so much to learn about this place - is that cup made of paper? They just hand out paper to put food in? Amazing. Bewildering. Once the waitress pours his remaining malt into the cut, Armin turns it around in his hands, marveling at it, its strange lid, its little straw.]
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[Armin ducks his head a little, embarrassed he hadn't thought of that - even though there's no reason he would have - he hopes it isn't too obvious. There's so much to learn about this place - is that cup made of paper? They just hand out paper to put food in? Amazing. Bewildering. Once the waitress pours his remaining malt into the cut, Armin turns it around in his hands, marveling at it, its strange lid, its little straw.]