After the kiss, Piritta laughed at Cyril then laced their fingers together to lead him into the little apartment. It wasn't much in terms of space and looked less so because of clutter and the designing taste of someone clearly picking up one project and flitting quickly to the next, everything ending up haphazard, but thought out. "I haven't eaten either," she admitted. Leaving her attempt to put on shoes for later, she pulled him into the kitchen. "Do you like tea or coffee? I have some cereal and bagels now, but some other time I'd love to make a traditional Finnish thing for you. Even if people say the food there is pretty weird. It's definitely not American at least."