The tray of food slammed down first. "So, Composer, how's it hangin'?" Sanae slid into the seat across from Minamimoto and picked an apple off of his tray. He took a bite. "You're musterin' the troops, I notice."

Oh yes, he'd certainly watched that little post with interest. While on one hand he had been more than 99% sure that no other Reapers would answer, the slim chance of one actually answering was, well...too good to pass up. And of course, he had to keep up with Minamimoto's activities somehow. He was still the Producer, even if Josh was dead and he was some sort of criminal now.