( Jingyi, who had just been furiously typing at the train not long before, doesn't so much stomp in as show up frowning and with paperwork still clutched in hand. He'd heard Ryo over the ICP, but bothering himself to reply when he was too keyed up seemed unwise; so he was here now, looking disgruntled, and blinking at the sight of the dining car and everything in it, per his nose's choice to inform him all at once.
thus he seats himself, placing the papers down before him in all their blank glory, and asks, )
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thus he seats himself, placing the papers down before him in all their blank glory, and asks, )
What's the sweet smelling stuff?