"And yet they'll give us soup..." Sanae shook his head. "It's a terrible Game they're running 'round here. I mean, bein' unorthodox is alright if it's got Imagination, but refusin' things like tea and coffee? That's just bein' petty."

As always, he wished he could meet the one who'd taught Landel his Composing technique. If he ever got the chance, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a stern lecture on finesse.

"Eighteen, huh? More than me - mine's two weeks today." Only fourteen days, and he was already pining for the office rush that came in at eight in the morning. "I'm from Tokyo - Shibuya, really. I run a cafe there." Sanae paused and added, "Sometimes."

Part of letting people know about Wild Kat was telling them discreetly that he was open sporadically. It was hard keeping consistent hours when one had two other "jobs".