Nanako
When they'd initially placed their orders, Nanako had felt that Justice's order had a pretty cool name. Knowing little else about the kinds of dishes being served here, beyond them being meat, the squirrel girl figured that was plenty to go on, though she'd opted for something a bit heartier.
"Tyrant lizard steak, up next!" came the call, and Nanako was already moving, watching with eyes practically shining with mirth as the cut of meat sailed through the air and landed dead center on her plate, the sauce splattering out over the plate with the impact.
With her meal secured, Nanako watched curiously as Justice tossed half to his horse. She stared at the chimeric horror intently, looking between it and her steak as she weighed her options. After a good few moments, however, she shrugged, figuring Justice would know best how much to give his horse, started digging in with relish, the spices and steak sauce and red meat sending fireworks through her tastebuds as she ate.
"Really was," Nanako nodded she managed to down her first mouthful, "We were talking about the sleeping situation, right? Don't see the problem with it so long as they don't stick us with some tiny bunk. And in that case my problem's going to be with the landlord, not figuring out who's sleeping where."