[ Sorry, Noah. It's absolutely too late. No matter what worries you might have about being a bother or an inconvenience or anything else, Daniel is already determined to take the other right along to the diner, not even bothering to stop once he realises the other is actually following him, like he wants to get him into the diner before Noah might change his mind based on his own worries. ]

Ah, well, I've learned to make a pretty big variety of food, considering we've got people from all sorts of places here.. [ He vaguely gestures with a hand while he speaks. ] If you're talking about my speciality though, that's definitely Italian though. I can make a pretty mean pasta, or chicken cacciatore-- my mother's recipe.