[Ah. Oda turns when he's called out to, raising a brief hand in greeting, then walking over to the picnic tables. Who the Hell owns this place? It looks like a private park or something.

[The curry looks good. How is he gonna heat it up once he takes it back to that cottage...?]

It feels a little rude to give feedback on a free meal. [He's grateful is all. He starts to go a little insane after too long without his comfort meal - gets thirsty, restless. It's probably what drugs feel like for most people, he thinks.

[He takes a bite. No heat whatsoever...but it's still good. He can't keep the satisfied look from his face, subdued as it is.]

I can't begin to complain. I didn't realize how much I'd missed this. [It's only been a few days...

[Asahi too. He's not normally a beer guy, but the idea that there's something here from home is oddly comforting. Still...

[He holds up the can.]

I wasn't expecting to see this here. How can that be?