[And thankfully Yato hasn't been half as annoying as he could be, were he feeling more playful or devious. Right now this place has thrown him for a loop and learning about their purpose here has sobered him up a bit. He's grateful for whatever information Bakugo supplies, grudging as it is. Thankfully he's coming to terms that if it's a dream, it's a damn good one, because usually he wakes up with a jolt from the really bad ones.

The kiddie tables will probably be the safer bet for someone like Yato, though he'll eventually try stepping up to the bigger payouts. Later on someone will text him about the secret dealer's room where weapons can be earned... for a price. He might try that, too. Going around unarmed makes him skittish. Happens when you're used to being on the menu.]

Oops, sorry. Sheesh... [Honestly, Yato's just impressed the kid's survived this long without going bonkers or losing himself to the pleasure. He's not sure he has the same kind of resilience... Assuming that Bakugo knows where he's going, he eyes the places they skip over, wondering what makes this one in particular appealing but not enough to ask.]

Aw... C'mon, don't be like that! It's bound to come up! And besides, maybe I could help you out at some point! [He certainly would want to help Bakugo get home sooner rather than later, if it's within his power to do so. He already likes the kid, temper and all. He's feisty.]