If Haruto's plans come to fruition, Nitoh won't have to worry about satisfaction at all. He would certainly hope to avoid a repeat of the spice challenge, but he's barely even thinking of it as he squeezes Nitoh's hand. He doesn't move right away. "I found a place that makes Japanese food--properly. They're mostly Indian food, but they had a Japanese guy on staff, and everything." Everywhere in Exsilium is a specific brand of shabby, he finds, but this place was clean, and repaired. And the smell of udon had been perfect. So that was good enough

He shifts on his toes to move toward the door, slow enough that he's not dragging Nitoh along or anything.