(Unfortunately, through the sliver of space between the door and the frame, Tatsumi sees that Tsuzuki is still there, waiting. Bright-eyed and busy-tailed, eye glittering with thoughts of delicious food, a hopeful smile pasted on his face.

Tatsumi can't resist. Could never resist. This is the reason he wanted their partnership dissolved, why he didn't want to come on this mission.

He slides the door open, and steps out in his socks, the worn wooden planks of the inn's well-scrubbed floor creaking under his feet. But let it not be said that he spent all that money without a fight.)

I beg to differ, I can put a price on anything. I do all the accounting in Meifu after all.

(Closing the door behind him, he continues:)

Let's hurry, we might still make it in time for a dinner special.