His first instinct is to reclaim the bags and open them for Itto, but once he sees the oni has handled it, he relaxes again, head-bobbing with affirmation. “You're welcome and yes, I did. I'm glad you find them enjoyable.” Quite a lot, from the looks of it. Sizhui settles in a bit more too, resting his hands in his lap, which apparently prompts his own DTF to wriggle out from his sleeve again, where she then immediately slithers onto the seat beside Itto's little beetle friend. A small, contented mm passes his lips then he directs his attention toward Itto as he leans and props himself up.

Sizhui's eyebrows arch inquisitively, his expression softens and he outstretches a hand to rest it on Itto's shoulder. “We can talk about whatever you are most comfortable with. If you'd rather we not talk about the latter thing, I could talk about my home before this one and we'll see where we go from there.”