For spaghetti? [—ha ha, and what an interesting turn of phrase, one Junpei has never stopped to think about before and so certainly isn't lingering on now, not that or the feel of Charles' arms or the look on his face, so thrilled about literal pasta. Ah—
No, none of that. Just the spaghetti now. Charles pulls and Junpei follows, and first he thinks maybe the inn can be convinced to give them spaghetti, but that feels like asking for disaster. Or like, hospital grade pasta.]
You're the night roamer; are there any places around here that look nice?
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No, none of that. Just the spaghetti now. Charles pulls and Junpei follows, and first he thinks maybe the inn can be convinced to give them spaghetti, but that feels like asking for disaster. Or like, hospital grade pasta.]
You're the night roamer; are there any places around here that look nice?