K had originally planned to take the two of them to the headquarters cafeteria, since the food there was free and offered most kinds of cuisine from across the Milky Way Galaxy. He and J, both single bachelors, usually took their meals there.
MIB employed not only human agents, but also many alien staff members, so food diversity was well guaranteed.
However, Agent Su had no curiosity about alien food, nor did he want to dine beside creatures that looked like insects. He said he would pay and invited the pair out to eat some "food fit for humans."
What he did next further confirmed J's suspicions. He was now basically certain that this man and woman had come to vacation on public funds. Agent Su even went to a bank to exchange Gold Bars for US Dollars before taking them to the finest steakhouse on New York's Upper East Side.
Seated in an establishment as magnificent as a royal palace, Agent J kept turning his head around, as if he had no idea where to place his napkin or how to use the nine knives, forks, and spoons set before each person. He had to learn as he went by copying his partner.
K truly was an elite agent. He knew everything, including the most formal Western dining etiquette. Yet that Asian girl performed even better. Watching her eat, it was as though the phantom outline of the Palace of Versailles rose behind her small frame.
How elegant and graceful was that? Could she have some asian royalty blood in her veins?
"I heard there's an intercontinental subway beneath headquarters. It only takes ten seconds to get from New York to London?" Su Ming chatted with the Men in Black as he cut his steak, his tone relaxed, as