Seems like it's split between takeout and sitting at the noodle bar itself. His bowl is ceramic; The takeout bowls are plastic.

Then he will finish his noodles at the bar.

He gets a text from the tanker driver pair:

We are up by the dump now. No trouble so far.

Thanks for the update!

"Is there anything you need a supply of?" Wonders Roland, having finished his tea a minute ago. "If not, I think I'll give you my number in case you want to sell the truck and more ethanol, then head out."

"I'm actually in the market for real estate."

"Huh. Yeah, makes sense."

He frowns.

"I have a couple of places I could do without if the money's good enough. I prioritized discreet lockups- Out of the way, no inconvenient neighbors. Kinda using them all but I could shift things around."

"Lockups? Why?"

"...Why what?"

"As in the places used to be prisons, or do you mean something else?"

"No. That's just a word for somewhere out of the way and secure. A locked up building, or part of one. Where you control the only alley in, or what have you."

"Oh, gotcha. New dialect. Sounds great, do they have good parking?"

"Several are literally big garages!"

"I would love some big garages."

"Little one - three vans - near the Projects, big out of the way one on an empty block, or medium one right near here?"

"Three vans wouldn't do that much for me, but a big one and a medium with a convenient location both sound nice!"

"Wanna see the medium one right now? Big one is a ways away."

"Yes please." He drinks the last of his broth.

The place is a blind alley leading to a little cracked pavement courtyard- A few windows, no other doors leading into the area except a big garage door. Roland exchanges what are probably passcodes with the girl selling bits of junk a bit down the street, then unlocks the big chain-link gate and uses two keys and a passcode to unlock the actual garage door. It looks like a mechanic's garage without the car lifts. Four concrete pillars, ten or so parking spots, overhead lightning, a little 'office' with a water cooler and fridge, and a stack of tires and gas cans and miscellaneous boxes in the corner, plus parts on shelves on the wall. Currently present vehicles are three motorcycles, a cheap-looking sedan, an oversized pickup truck, and a battered Jeep with bullet holes. They fill about half of the space.

"Hmm, not roomy for cargo trucks, but I could probably get ahold of some vans and pickups."

"You could fit one big rig in here, but yeah. The advantage of these is that they're in places with low gang activity, and where any intrusion or casing the joint will be obvious, and I've worked to keep them that way. I'll show you the security rig- Naturally, you'll probably want to rip it out and install your own. But it's the soft considerations that I consider my advantage. This location is discreet, the Disco Palace people like my business and will let me know if any new faces are sniffing around and I'm hearing it'll be the same for you, it's away from major Jag or Mode hotspots. If you use my garages then unless you specifically invite trouble here, it won't find you for at least a month, I'd say."

"A month, that's a generous chunk of time in my business plan."

"It's a good while in mine too. I've been in the city for a couple years now, and I swear you can't just put your feet up. Everything will slip away unless you actively maintain it."

"What's your main line?"

"I do a bit of everything but if anything is main... Skill spikes."