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Greetings, everyone. Originally, I was going to inquire about everyone's thoughts on birthdays and whether or not to adjust for time discrepancies between here and back home, but then I stumbled upon something most peculiar. Phanfiction.net This is a real site, and it seems to be run largely by the cognitions. There are stories about us, and many of them are quite absurd. One of the summaries is... "Falcon struggles with whether or not to honestly answer a captcha." And then there's... "Aki-chan brings home a pet dinosaur and has to hide it in his closet." There are... interesting stories about myself and some of the people I am close to. There's even a fic about Igor's supposed history as a heartbreaker. But perhaps the most perplexing is a bizarre love triangle between Falcon, Phoenix, and the Ren that goes by Fiend. At any rate, read at your own discretion. I think it's all rather absurd and worth a laugh, but there is the ethical concern of our likenesses being used without consent.

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Can we talk? I'd like to know you better, and it'd take my mind off things.

I don't mind. Is there a specific meeting place you'd prefer?

Ideally somewhere where we'd be alone, but I'll let you choose the place.

How do you feel about Chinese food? Aiya might not be a terrible place to meet. Decently atmospheric, and the lack of currency means we can essentially order whatever we wish.

I don't know, but I'm always willing to try new things. Are you free now?

I wouldn't offer if I wasn't. It's possible you've already passed it before. Aiya can be found in the northern part of the shopping district and has rather distinct signage.

[He attaches a picture (just pretend Chie and Yu aren't in the image, shh).]

Then I'm coming.

With Ken's confirmation, Crow makes his way outside of Aiya, where he'll wait outside the door. Leaning against the wall, he absentmindedly checks his phone, looking up occasionally to see if Ken is there.

"Hello, Crow-san," Ken says while arriving. He looks a bit tired, but his smile is sincere. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long."

"Oh, not at all. And even if you had, I wouldn't have held it against you." Well, now that Ken's here, he'll hold the door. It's only polite.

Inside, they'll find both bar and table seating, and plenty of space to spare.

The bar didn't look crowded, so Ken naturally gravitated towards bar seating. "What would you recommend here?"

"That depends on your appetite." Crow takes the seat beside Ken, folding his hands on the bartop. "If you want leftovers, you can't go wrong with their Mega Beef Bowl special. Typically, they only offer it on rainy days, but I've found that due to this world's cognitive nature, the servers will give it to you regardless of weather.

Though there are certainly other options. Most of it's what you'd expect from a Chinese restaurant, both in terms of sides and entrees. It also may depend on your spice tolerance."

"Well, I suppose I'll take the Mega Beef Bowl Special, then. I'm curious about what makes it good."

He waits for them to make their orders, and after a little pause, he tries to make conversation.

"How have you been? I know things have been rough for you lately, so I hope you are better."

"To be honest, things have entered a sort of lull." As for the order... Heh. Crow looks at the cognitive server. "Two of the specials, please."

The cognition gives an empty smile and trots off.

"I suppose Raven already gave you the gist of what happened. Since then, we've hit a standstill with our... mission, you could say. I'm afraid I can't give too many details in the interest of privacy, however."

"I see. I get that it's complicated, but I hope things can move forward soon. It's not good to let situations like that fester."

He sighs, and looks downwards.

"Then again, empty words don't help. Is there anything I can do?"

"I wouldn't want to burden you, but I do appreciate the offer. I suppose... just knowing that you care is already helpful." His fingers drum on the bartop.

Fortunately, the specials arrive. To call the portion obscenely abundant would be a vast understatement.

"Heh... And here we are. The infamous Mega Beef Bowl, in the flesh."

"Oh wow, they weren't kidding with the name!"

He isn't sure he can actually finish the thing! But he still starts digging in, to see how it tastes like.

"I like it, though."

"It's all right if you can't eat it all in one sitting. I believe that's the norm, if anything." And yet Crow has no difficulty digging in, taking a piece of beef in his chopsticks. "It took a great deal of time for me to finally complete the challenge."

"It's... supposed to be a challenge? I guess it's impressive to be able to eat that much food, but isn't it kinda wasteful?"

He keeps eating, although he's pretty sure he isn't going to finish (and definitely won't force himself to try).

"Well, you can take what you don't finish home to reheat. It simply costs money if you don't finish it in one go." Nonetheless, Crow continues eating, pausing to blot his face in the interest of politeness. "The only reason I'm able to finish it now is due to a great deal of courage, diligence, knowledge, expression, and understanding."

"...uh-huh."

...Not the reaction he was expecting. Ahem.

"That is to say, it takes a great deal of time and practice to hone the skills required, and given the lack of currency, you can simply take the leftovers regardless."

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"There's like, three whole meals in this... 'Leftovers' seem small of a word when most of it will probably remain."

Still, he keeps eating for now.

"True, but at the very least, you'll save yourself some trouble later if you need a snack." There's still a great mountain of meat, yet Crow shows no sign of stopping. Just what is his stomach made of?

After a while, Ken starts to slow down, but Crow seems to be able to keep going. Just what is his stomach made of, indeed.

"I think I'm done," he says a moment after. "No point making myself sick over a dumb challenge."

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