Maruki didn’t get snacks, contrary to popular belief. He has no idea what he just bought...what even is this drink? Not like it even matters, but now that he's sitting next to her, the cloudy haze of his past decisions...still loud enough for his ears, but that was just for him.

He groans as he leans back on the bench. Staring up at the sky, he listlessly fiddles with his can while trying to take in the quiet of this place.

It's getting to him at this point.

He tilts his head to glance at Kuon. "How's the melon pan?"