"Man, who in the hell ever picks the mystery soup for the first option!? Metaverse junk aside though, don't think ya won me over just cause it nailed it one hella good money bonus. That's better as our personal nuke!" Ryuji mentions, argues and proceeds to enjoy all at once. Holding enough familiarity with this coffee shop, it hadn't taken him long at all to dive towards what was necessary.
"I'll hit up the leftovers in a bit. Y'know ramen is my secret language.. So just need a lil pick me up."
It hadn't taken long at all for a comfortable familiarity to get the shop busy. Good chatter, the sound of boiling water and the opening of season packets. Oh yeah. Now this was a part of any operation where his hands were top brass.
"Now we're talkin'! Oooh, fresh, hot and keepin' the obvious in mind too. So glad ya snagged the chicken seasoning." While his favorite joint downtown was certainly the top choice, this right here? He'd never deny the quick fix that saved him countless nights. Salt intake regardless, he'd chow down from his cup, snagging a few of those chip bags while ascending up the stairs.
"Ugh, you too? Just the talk of numbers outside-a phone numbers is gonna make my noggin blow up. ..Y'know, had to get a lil effort squeezed in there."
Thinking about something, an amused snort escapes him.
"Yo, ya don't count the scoreboards on those games as math do ya? Can't we're gonna need double the swords if we're gonna skirt past that hell mode... damn, this seasoning is hittin'."