“Ah, right! Look it up online!” It was part bad habit to try acting like he was the sole one giving orders around here, and also part being thrown into a tizzy (they just NEEDED to have the ingredients, there was probably no time for the alternative case, else the client would find out his cake had become food for the floor).
His eyes, which settled from his companion to the oversized bowl in front of him, darted back to cautiously look at Serizawa…barely in the corners of his sight since Reigen wouldn’t fully turn his head while saying this, “I’m not asking you as your boss for help.”
It’d been the doing of Reigen and the client’s evil spirit that resulted in the crash. Being in the client’s house with the resulting disaster had nothing to do with Serizawa and-…well, Reigen believed Serizawa wouldn’t abandon him, but Reigen had to be prepared to face his mistakes himself, “so I want your answer whether you’re sticking it out or not. –Before you find out whether we have all the ingredients,” he finally leveled his gaze to meet Serizawa’s, evidentally finding his confidence in something or other. “If your answer is dependent on that, then you’re not really caring whether the client gets his cake back or not. Personally, I’ll make him a damn delicious cake out of vegetables if I have to! You know what I’m saying?” (Reigen didn’t even know what he was saying, he THINKS there was a cake that had carrots or something in it).
Serizawa did not know what Reigen was saying.
But in his time “working for” the other man, he’d grown to trust him very much. He was starting to question some of Reigen’s more... unorthodox methods, but at the end of the day Serizawa believed, in a way that was simple and unshakable, that Reigen was a respectable person. Their clients almost always left happier, even if they’d never had a haunting to being with.
Serizawa glanced between Reigen and his phone a few times and then finally lowered it.
“... R-right,” he said. “I’m with you. Of course. Ah, we don’t really have to make a vegetable cake though, do we? That sounds awful.”
He looked around at the ingredients that were piled haphazardly on the counter... Surely they could at least make something out of it? Flour, sugar... Those seemed like the most important bits.
Vaguely he wondered what Reigen had meant when he said he wasn’t asking for help as his boss. They didn’t usually call each other friends out loud but... surely at this point they were.
Serizawa smiled a little, his confidence growing. “I’ll follow your lead!” he declared.
(If worse came to worst, Mom was always on speed dial.)