Soubi's keeping the plates in front of himself as Natsuo chose a table for them to sit at. It was easier to test how hot they were without reaching over constantly. And there was no alcohol in the milk since his beer had already been raided. Though the fact that he'd had to specify cold cow milk and plain hot pad-Thai was mildly amusing.

"If you die of starvation before seeing him again it will leave him defenseless," Soubi pointed out calmly. He looked over at the oddly three-tiered chess-looking stand and after a moment one long finger poked it. At once a number of familiar-looking pieces appeared.