[Eating as he listens, Tartaglia stops at a point to sit back in his chair, holding his hand up around him chin in thought. He accepts a beer from Yoimiya when she brings them over, cracking it open and taking a drink from it before resuming his position- he's heard some things in the last few seconds that he very much is excited about, and his eyes reflect it.

There's a few magic words that were said and there's no way he's letting them change the subject before he gets to bring it up.]

Guess we'll have to see your skills when we're racing later tonight, [he starts, actually a little excited to try his hand at video games. Even if he loses, no big deal, even if he'll try his best! If he's having fun and getting better at it as he plays, that's all that matters.]

And maybe even after that...we could work some of this delicious meal off with a little sparring of our own. Any of you are welcome to join me, now that I know that everyone here has some experience in combat.

[Through the dead, endless sea of his blue eyes, there's a spark- one that would delight in fighting every single person in this room, including Yoimiya.]