Shen is impressed with her fork throwing skill. He quirks one eyebrow and makes a suitably impressed sound before returning his attention to the menu.

Normally he is not an indecisive bird, but there is an enormous list of choices and after a beat he looks up again. Ah. Tea. And a chance to escape having to battle his sudden culinary waffling. Seeing as how he's been more or less subsisting on microwaveable food and whatever his roommate shares since his own cooking can be best described as 'terrifying on a Lovecraftian level' (and honestly? It's also been known to explode occasionally), he's game to try anything.

"Hmm, I think I'll try that, thank you." He pours an itty cup of tea and, for some reason, stops to inhale the scent, first.