[he has to admit, the idea of visiting a bunch of (apple?) curry shops out in the middle of Nowhere, Japan, sounds pretty appealing. maybe they'd be like some of the barbecue spots in Houston, homemade and intimate, where your order was called out to the chefs in the form of an underhanded insult, and after you were done stuffing yourself with barbecue, there was a bowl of Blue Bell waiting so you could hurt yourself just a little more. it's the true Texas experience.]

[also, Dave bungles English badly enough on his own that he'd have an absolutely terrible time communicating with non-native speakers. though, maybe that's exactly why Ryuji finds the idea so funny.]

[... heh. bung.]

All right, but I'll be leaving wholly dissatisfied if I don't know every single rude word by the time the visit's over.

Anyway, trains weren't really a big thing in Houston — at least, I never knew anybody who used 'em. Most people just drove themselves everywhere.

[that is to say, he's never been on one before. there's a wealth of hypotheticals there, experiences that'll probably never happen, but it's kind of nice to talk about them anyway. sort of like mutually imagining that they're somewhere much better than the only options they actually have, with the added bonus of being there together.]