And Maruki, despite the sheer ridiculousness of the situation- delivers the needful. He sets the two muffins, the sandwich and two cups of black coffees on either side of the table.

He squints at his own sandwich and proceeds to pull out a few sauce packets from his pockets. Ketchup. Mayonnaise. Mustard. Garlic Sauce.

Though the doctor doesn't touch his food just yet, instead he leans forward on the table and watches the other Akira like they were starring in some sort of sitcom. "So, Morning-kun. I have some concerns and questions I am afraid that will wear you out but its the only way I will be able to keep my mind at ease."