[Black olive good ... but where, or what was Greek? He very nearly gets to ask that question, but then a tiny umbrella is waved at him. Okay he could sort of grudgingly admit that maybe tiny umbrellas weren't just for kids, they were kind of neat.]

All ages, put them in milk shakes.

[Or virgin drinks, but he's a little dubious about those.]

I noticed someone's already marked this one for patronage, I wonder if they'd mind a bit of rivalry? The gimmicks are rather fun, maybe with a little help they'll go further.

[RIVALS. ...There was a certain way that normal people just ignored their presence - both of them - that told him she was either god or shinki herself. He wasn't quite sure which, and a quick glance didn't make anything overly obvious either.

Oh right, introductions. He offers a hand, smile brief but apparently genuine.]

My name's Xehanort. It's nice to meet you.