I come back to a worried old man.
To be fair I did spend a while roaming the city trying to find my way.
Still, it wasn't that long, right?
He asks me what I think of Nomzilla.
He is reassured to know that we became good friends.
Says that I can rely on the guy in the future.
He has as much heart as fat.
I can attest to that.
I swear the old man is perceptive as hell.
Somehow, he guesses that I'm not telling him everything.
At first, I want to keep mum, but he convinces me otherwise.
Something about actions having bigger repercussions sometimes.
He is starting to scare me.
I reluctantly spill the beans.
He doesn't even say anything.
He just starts laughing.
I wait till he stops, but ….
Every time he stops, he resumes a few seconds later.
That's when the ingredient shipment arrives.
