myilya loves america’s commitment to gimmick restaurants and gas stations and destinations. he loves going to hooters even though the food sucks. he loves buc-ee’s. myilya cannot get enough of all of that kind of shit even though he complains about being surrounded by stupid americans and the use of imperial measurements.
and do not let him see the merchandise— myilya will absolutely treat himself to these things, not in spite of its tackiness, but BECAUSE of it. myshane thinks it’s hilarious and on occasion he’ll get himself a tacky souvenir t-shirt but most of the time he’d rather just wear ilya’s instead.
i love that we all have our unique hyperspecific headcanons and this one is so so important to me. VERY important that it doesn’t stop once he moves to ottawa because #myilya discovers boston pizza
