Well, Katsuko was treating him, right? Kotetsu sniggered mentally and prodded the slightly greasy laminated menu, its tattered edges scraping on the plastic surface of the table. "I'll have the katsudon," he said, beaming because all dons always had such generous portions, "and the miso ramen." He was especially tempted by the bentos, but it was only served in lunch hours. Pity.