[He rolls his eyes again, but does take his usual seat, removing his coat and hanging it on the back of the nearest chair at the bar. Ren seems to have made his choice for what he's going to make, so Akechi doesn't bother to make any additional requests. As long as it's something palatable, he really doesn't care.

He is watching him, though, eyes studying his face and the set of his body, trying to deduce how Ren is feeling. Anger, certainly, which is to be expected.]

I've been collecting materials from the beach, [he says finally when the silence gets too heavy.] Once we figure out where the water is flowing into, it should be a simple matter to block out the fish.