Good, isn't it? Got some blood in it, but that's just the secret sauce. [ Nishitani smiles, grinning because he liked the karaage too. It'd been a while since he'd done it, but the memory of standing beside his cousin and Uncle B, an orderly line between them, cutting chicken, battering it, and frying it, is drilled into him along with the recipe. ]
[ He takes his phone back, pockets it without even looking-- already knowing she's not the type to fuck around. ]
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[ He takes his phone back, pockets it without even looking-- already knowing she's not the type to fuck around. ]