Maruki’s eyes widened at the mention of the bizarre tail of the curdled milk, wincing at the obvious transfer of germs and the delightful breeding grounds for something catastrophic lining the walls of your stomach and your intestine.

Turns out he wasn't wrong, given how the story devolved.

"...okay, wow. Now that is a confession I can assure you I will take to my grave," he joked as he quickly tucked in his pen in his chest pocket. Good thing she stopped, even if Maruki is thinking of ways to observe her eating habits by delivering her food once work is in full swing. It would be interesting to witness.

"And here I thought mixing energy drinks and coffee was the closest rendition of me doing cocaine in the back of the library with two days of all-nighters and my sheer will backing me up. Hehe...that and aready made noodles...those were some times. Good times."