Fu…
The bandit starts eating the pseudo-katsudon.
“W-what is this!? It’s ridiculously delicious, isn’t it!? My hands can’t stop! It reminds me of my mother’s cooking… the tears are…” (Bandit)[3]
I stare contently at the Bandit, who is assaulting the bowl.
Now that he’s relieved some stress, he’ll probably listen to some of my words.
Now I just need to make an under-the-table deal with him.
Negotiations like this sure are fun.