"Yeah, could be jell-o twenty-four seven," Sanae said offhandedly. He didn't have anything against jell-o, but having it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner would probably end up making him sick. And malnourished. Which would be counter-productive.

"And I think I'll take you up on the offer," he said in between bites. "Can't say I'm very good with any weapon, but I'm even worse hand-to-hand." When he'd been a Player his psych had revolved around different decals he would paint, which had effectively rendered him a long-range kind of guy.

"Also, I got a favor to ask: would you mind if I tagged along tonight? I had plans, but it looks like they've been postponed at the moment." And he really needed to get out and get a feeling for the kind of turf he'd be tagging.