[My, my.]
The Nostalgia Candy in my hand vanished.
“…!”
[Good heavens! Mr. Roe Deer, have you been using candy to substitute for meals?]
“Haha….”
[That will not do!]
The Nostalgia Candy that had vanished appeared as if by magic in Brown’s gloved hand, then disappeared again with another magician-like flick of his wrist.
…Gone completely.
“……”
Ah, was I supposed to applaud?
Clap clap clap….
When I brought my palms together, Brown bowed like a magician.
“Um, where did the candy…?”
[Mr. Roe Deer, for your first meal in a month to be some stale old candy so ancient you can hardly remember when it was bought! Oh, this is an insult to catering.]
Snap.
The host flicked his fingers.
[Some say the passion for creation is born from hunger… but my standards are a little different!]
[First, let us have a proper meal.]
At the host’s request, faceless employees opened the door to my waiting room and greeted me cheerfully.
Then a white tablecloth was spread over the table in one corner of the room, and dishes began to be set down in perfect order.
It was hot Western food with steam rising from it.
A full-course-style feast, the sort that ought to have been served one dish at a time, was laid out all at once across the table.
[Since Mr. Roe Deer did not place a separate request, this Brown personally made the selections today.]
[Now then, once you finish your meal, your spirits will return….]
“……”
…It suddenly dawned on me that it had been an extremely long time since I’d looked at warm food.
Seated across from me, the host…