Yamato. Ishida Yamato. [ He offers his name, extending his hand out in response to the slightly-more-formal-than-necessary-bow and offering it towards Yuuri to take.

It's interrupted by the sound of Yuuri's stomach growling, and that causes a hint of an amused grin to crack across his features for a moment. ] You could always get snacks from the stalls but, yeah, sure. The Cookhouse is this way. [ He motions for Yuuri to follow. ] You're in luck. Most people are in the show, so it's not too crowded, and the food is usually pretty great.

[ Also because it's about a five minute walk weaving through the paths in the carnival and Yamato's noticed the ice skates he's still clutching like a lifeline. ] You ice-skate?