[ He doesn't mind, not only because he initiated, but because he's reminded that company like this is nice. The envious stares he receives (and he does notice them, for once), remind him that he's quite lucky.

Besides, they are literally making chroma as they walk. The only way this can be ruined is if Rosetta packs so many things onto him that his hand becomes unavailable. ]

That sounds like a valid route regardless of gender, don't you think?

[ He looks around, zeroing in on a crepe stall. ]

You wouldn't happen to have a sweet tooth, would you?