It takes him a while, admittedly, because he is going through all the options before landing on milk tea with boba. His reaction is immediate, hopping delightedly on one peg leg and foot with his arms balled up in fists and held up to his chest as he orders. He calms down while he waits for it to get made--sort of, still bouncing on his heel--and takes a curious sip of it when it finally comes out.

He giggles. Made to perfection!

Junkrat returns to his cushion in front of Fareeha. "It's weird," he says, tilting the sealed cup to the side and examining it. "Not the kinda place I'd expect ta serve this kinda thing."

He takes another mouthful, and he seems like he's totally ignorant that he might be the entire reason why it's there in the first place.

...but after a moment, he looks up at Fareeha with a sly, knowing little shine in his eye when he brings the drink away from his mouth as he chews on tapioca pearls.