Well that sure happened

[notbymyside]

[Ango truthfully isn't much of a cook, relying mostly on takeout food to keep himself fed. But takeout isn't an option here, and after that...colorful trial, he doesn't have it in him to trust food that he isn't preparing himself.

It's not bad, really. Just rather plain. There is also a noticeable lack of meat among everything he's prepared too. And it all goes well with the liquid diet he's supplying, courtesy of the jazz bar. Plenty of booze bottles and glasses can be found for your drinking needs. He's sure he's not the only one who wants to forget that whole cursed trial.]

Food and drinks are in the opera house. Be sure to drink responsibly.

-Ango

[There are also no decorations, beyond the mess left behind from earlier.]

Comments

[drydrown]

What would you have me prioritize instead...? I'm not precisely the sort to sit around mourning those we've lost.

[p_q]

There are things still that are less meaningless than mourning leftover husks, or staring into the mirror.

[Cocking his head, very slight, but a genuine question nonetheless.]

Are you enjoying your time in this place masquerading as a city?

[drydrown]

I'm...

[He kind of pauses for a moment; it's not really something he gets into with anyone, not so bluntly.]

I'm doing what I can for myself. If that involves finding entertainment where I can, I don't see why I shouldn't.