Zane watched the broadcast screen calmly, slurping a hot bowl of noodles as if it were just another lazy afternoon. On the display, a group of students fought a snarling wolf monster with decent coordination—one of them narrowly avoiding a swipe to the face.
Lucen walked in, froze, and blinked at the sight.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, pointing at the steaming bowl in Zane's hands.
Zane, still chewing, lazily tilted his head toward his bag and pointed with his chopsticks.
Lucen stared for a second, sighed, then muttered, "Well, whatever. Come on, you're meeting your colleagues."
Zane slurped the rest of the noodles in a long pull, then lifted the bowl and drank down the broth with a satisfied hum. Setting it back into his bag with casual precision, he stood up.
"Well," Lucen gestured. "Let's go then."
