The tension in the room loosens slightly once the heavier part of the discussion settles. Kanemura straightens a little in his seat and gestures toward the menu that the waiter has quietly placed on the table.
"Well," he says lightly, "we've talked enough business for the moment. Why don't we eat first?"
Kurogane doesn't hesitate.
"Perfect timing," he says bluntly. "I haven't eaten since this afternoon."
Nakahara exhales softly, almost embarrassed. "Now that you mention it… neither have I."
A waiter steps forward politely. Kurogane scans the menu with practical focus before ordering a grilled black cod with miso, along with a bowl of rice and clear soup.
Nakahara, after a moment of awkward hesitation, settles for tempura soba and a small plate of seasonal sashimi.
The waiter notes everything with a quiet bow before turning to Ryoma.
"And for you, sir?"
Ryoma shakes his head. "Just another glass of water, please."
