[Although he could lie, he doesn't put much thought into it this time.]

Your curry. I knew the smell of it really well. Coffee and curry... [He shuts his eyes for a moment and breathes in.] I can still smell it even now.

[But more than just that, he can hear the quiet sounds of the TV, either news or some variety show or, occasionally, Featherman. The uncommon sounds of another patron. Akira's quiet voice when he did speak. Sometimes, the rain outside.]

I'm looking forward to it. Ah, especially because you're making it.