With the money issue settled, Sukuna relaxed.
He began staring blankly at the dozen or so utensils on the table.
...Wasn't this a few too many utensils?
He immediately said warily, "Let me make this clear first. Tiger's never had French food, and I don't know the first thing about French dining etiquette."
Gojo spread his hands with an easy smile. "Eat however you like. That's why I chose a private room. Do we really need to worry about that between us?"
Sukuna nodded in satisfaction. That works.
But once the food arrived, Sukuna still instinctively watched what Gojo did, copying his movements.
He soon discovered that he was a pretty quick learner. His movements were practically indistinguishable from Gojo's.
Gojo didn't like drinking, and Sukuna couldn't drink while using Itadori's body, so all the alcohol on their table had been replaced with juice.
Gojo was in high spirits and raised his juice to clink glasses with Sukuna.
When the first bite entered his mouth, Sukuna's eyes lit up.
This was really good... definitely worth the price!
He had to come back!
Next time, he could let Tiger come in and eat, too!
He recalled Gojo mentioning that he had a membership card here, which probably meant this restaurant wasn't his family's.
Waiters served all the dishes here, so he probably couldn't switch back and forth whenever he liked, either.
The Cursed Markings on his face were too obvious. Anyone could tell at a glance whether they were there.
If he kept the Cursed Markings on the whole time, he could pass them off as tattoos or something. But if they kept appearing and disappearing...
-He was afraid he'd scare a waiter into running out to find a Taoist priest to exorcise him.
So poor Tiger would have to wait