Funnily enough, he wouldn't feel rushed or pressured, considering how conscientious Zidane was already being, but he'd feel a little lost as to where he would start with anything even halfway intimacy-shaped. Instinctively, Sora's fingers squeeze Zidane's before he lets go, his own hand falling to his side despite something in the back of his mind telling him to do otherwise. Just in case, he tucks both arms across his chest, grinning somewhat wider at the suggestion.

“Good question!” he pipes, humming thoughtfully afterward and casting a glance around them. “Besides all these other leaf piles to jump into, I'm not sure? Being new, I haven't had a chance to explore everywhere yet, so... what's your favorite thing to do here? We could start there and maybe branch out with other ideas.”