Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
oh yeah in bad mo news she's doing some project with toxic frogs or something so i'll have to get a vaccine that will give me a fever
no it'll just render her like, lastingly toxic to those who haven't been innoculated
yeah hopefully she'll be able to shower me with attention while i'm feverish
god she's so pretty i love her so much i can't wait to have dinner with her again
or supper, as she's been calling it
Katie is collected for supper at suppertime so that she can join Monoceros in supping on - it turns out - tonkotsu ramen. It has egg in it, and corn. "Before you unappreciatively force your way through this delicacy, here. Drop it like it's acid," says Monoceros, holding out a little square of blue paper.
The paper dissolves on her tongue. Monoceros cuts off a little of the egg and scoops up a corn kernel with the same spoon and holds it up to Katie's mouth, glistening with broth.
The corn bursts sweetly; the egg tastes warm and smooth and rich. "The drug or the ramen?"
"Maybe! Same part of the world, at least. Now eat up, the noodles'll overcook if you leave them too long." Slurp.
"Yes, boss." Slurp slurp slurp. Broth splashes on whatever she's wearing on her torso.
There's plenty of it, and the noodles get replaced in the soup with a second batch as she finishes the first.
She appreciates how fullness is starting to feel comforting rather than nauseating. The broth is warm and sloshy in her tummy. It's nice.
After they've finished their ramen it's sushi time! Eel nigiri and elaborate handrolls with caviar and otoro in them and chirashi brushed with thick fancy soy sauce and a little lime zest.