It really does smell good, almost enough to make Marui's stomach forget it's already had a bowl. Jackal's father made good ramen, but Marui is glad that their friend has decided to offer a more expansive menu for his own budding business. He slides into one of the barstools at the island.

"You know he would have, if he didn't have the shop to close. He says hi-- and to enjoy the meal. You'd better. It's on him again." Marui's eyes twinkle with amusement.

Just like old times, right?