It was a surprising response, at least not the one Luka had pegged Ten to choose. Ten really seemed like a Veggies type of person to him! But he quickly navigates himself in the direction that the sign indicated, reaching out to feel for any guiding lines along that path. He motions for Ten to come along, though he might already be doing so.

“Ten, can you read braille?” He asks, curiously. “I didn’t expect to find it here of all places... unless... did you know I was coming?”

It was one of the many questions that were presently stirring around in Luka’s mind. Perhaps not the most urgent issue at hand, but one that begged asking.