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[lacerta_ortus]

WHO: Caiman and Nikaido
WHAT: A dinner toast to success! Or something.
WHERE: The Hungry Bug
WHEN: After closing hours, May 5th.

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[exitiosus]

They had the regular flow of customers, today-- but after a bit of advertisement on the network, things are looking up; interest could mean potential business, and that was all good for them. They could use all the money they could get.

So, yeah-- celebration! While eating together is something Nikaido and Caiman often do, this time is special. It's to them. To potential success; the restaraunt is something the both of them are so very proud of. No better way to get their income.

"I'm nearly done," Nikaido replies, over her shoulder-- "don't worry! I'll have it out in a second."

[lacerta_ortus]

"Great! This is the best, swear to god." Caiman said, sniffing at the air a bit, holding the urge to steal just a few now and dump them into his massive maw.

"We're getting some great attention. Did you know one of the guys who owns the Casino is ordering lunches from us now? Fucking hell!" Caiman was still a bit stunned by the sudden flood of interest. But god, it meant good things all around. But they'd always play it pragmatic with their money anyway.

His usual leather jacket came off, as it got awfully hot in the kitchen, hanging it over a chair and sighing, just eager to start dinner.

[exitiosus]

Laughing lightly, Nikaido is also surprised at the sudden interest.

"The guy who owns the Casino? That's great!" It really is-- this means perhaps more people will smell what that guy is eating. More customers, which leads also to more money to spend on the restaurant, more money to spend on themselves, more money to spend on information digging... it's fantastic.

She takes the gyozas off of the stove, and sticks them on a large plate. Picking up the plate, Nikaido goes into the dining area-- setting down the plate on the table, she smiles over at Caiman.

"Dinner is served! Enjoy."

[lacerta_ortus]

Caiman sits right down, scratching at the side of his head, and grinning like an idiot with those wide teeth bared.

"No worries about how we're gonna fund ourselves. Best way to someone's heart is through their stomach, huh?"

In popped 1, 2, 3 gyozas, crushed by his teeth and swallowed. It was Caiman's favorite food. But only if Nikaido was cooking it. Other people's gyozas, he figured, just couldn't measure up.

He tipped back his beer, and just enjoyed himself for a minute or so, not saying a word, till he leaned forward a bit, eyes looking off to sides.

"How long has it been...gotta be a year, at least, right?"

A fourth gyoza.

"Since you found me, I mean."