[Hmmph... He's not going to reply to that comment. He just gives D a Look as he passes by, setting the tray on the counter. "Detective," too. Just like he'd said officer earlier. Leon isn't sure he wants to correct him, as that would be admitting too many things out loud. Mostly to himself.]

You mean like pizza or spaghetti? Sure I do. I had them back in LA all the time. [He's thinking of the most Americanized Italian dishes imaginable, naturally.] It's not like your weird Chinese food. But I guess Panda's pretty okay...

[he will never stop]