Mizuki seemed pretty confident about the food for someone who'd never eaten it before. Maybe it was a positive quality to have such faith in a friend's tastes and maybe it was a dangerous one to be so trusting. Well, tonight would certainly be an adventure on more fronts than one.

"Do you? What're you gonna order?" Would it be expensive or cheap? Healthy or comfort food? Something simple or something most people wouldn't be able to pronounce? From the way he dressed and spoke, Hak got the impression Mizuki was on the snobbish side. That might not bode so well, as Hak himself was something of a ruffian. He had no interest in the stiff arrogance and classism that was so prevalent among the rich and powerful.