Who: Open. What: Shadow Encounter. Where: Noodle Alley. When: Tuesday, after school. Why: He fell down the rabbit hole.
Noodle Alley was a street of flavoursome cuisene. Oubai Kouchisei was sitting in the one of the diners. His arms were crossed in contemplation. These weren't restaurants, he'd used to think; they were troughs, places that served food he wouldn't have recognised as proper.
However, he was here.
He was eating a broth that combined thick, curly noodles, miso and oily fish. It had a robust, tangy flavour and included leeks, onions and white pepper, with a topping of sweetcorn and butter. On the counter was a ceramic cup of tea. He thought it was a little like green tea but lighter in taste.
"If you're willing to bother to get me a refill," he said over the counter to the chef, "I've got the money."