[Matoba notices it, he'll just have to toss a few bucks their way later. And anyway, the cake came from a Sutoku business. The employees are going to sit there and handwring and like it because ?? What are you going to do, come over and tell one of your Lieutenants that he can't celebrate his son's birthday in here??? What, you're gonna get exorcised for that? Not for minimum wage you're not.]

[And so Matoba and Chongyun are free to have their little makeshift birthday party in the middle of the cafe. Perhaps if they are thirsty, they can each buy a soda.]

Yes, isn't it? It's a concoction that you can only obtain in the big cities like this, or so it seems. Truly, the city has everything one could think of.

Would you like the honor of cutting the first slice? [Matoba pulls a nice, clean knife from inside his sleeve- not his ofuda-wrapped tantou, made for assassinating spirits, but a more utility-oriented one that looks like it could cut rope.]

[Of course, he just thought to bring this for the cake.] Take your favorite piece.