Still, how's it put when a lass ain't got no interest in what's filling her tank...

It'll probably be a short, sharp shock for me if I went thinking that way.

... how's it put, you say... I'd stay working at the office so late that I didn't really have the option of eating out...

And when I got home, I couldn't manage to muster myself to actually eat anything...

So I was just eating so I didn't die from starvation, that's the feeling...

Sorry for the wait, lassie.

Now then.

From this point on, the only way food and death should matter to you is if something tastes so good you could pass on without regrettin'.

The Gyoza and Fried Rice are on the house today.