Goro sets the two steaming soup bowls down on the counter. It's clear chicken soup, which he doesn't usually make. It smells heavenly, and looks time-consuming. "I'm sure they'd be stringy. Either that, or mostly some kind of goo. Like that stuff Shadows turn into."

Lancelot, for his part, isn't amused by much of anything. Sometimes Goro wonders what it says about him, that his secret soul is so apparently humourless.