For reasons unknown (probably divine inspiration, if you ask him), Takaya has decided that Strega should take a break—not to brood in a dimly lit hideout, but to actually go outside and enjoy themselves. And where does he take you all? Some fancy oceanside restaurant, the kind of place where normal people go to relax and eat seafood while watching the waves.

Takaya, acts like this was his grand idea all along, sitting at the table like some nobleman surveying his domain. He’s completely at ease, sipping his drink as if he’s dining with royalty, while Jin sulks across from him, looking so done with the whole thing. Chidori, as always, seems detached—until she quietly pulls out her sketchbook, fixating on the ocean view.

Takaya leans back in his chair, taking in the scenery with a pleased smile. “Ah… Do you feel it? The ebb and flow of the tide, the whisper of the sea breeze… Yes, I believe this is a most fitting retreat for us.” He exhales, closing his eyes.

Jin, slumped over the menu, glares at him. “This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. And that’s saying something.” He gestures vaguely at the menu. “What even is half this crap? ‘Seared scallops with citrus glaze’? ‘Grilled octopus’? You’re telling me you actually want to eat this?”

“Ah, but Jin… is it not important to broaden one’s horizons? Or would you prefer another evening of instant noodles and canned coffee?”

Jin, deadpan: “Yes.”

Meanwhile, Chidori is completely silent, sketching the ocean. After a while, she finally murmurs: “…I like it here.” There’s something almost peaceful in the way she watches the waves.

Takaya, already calling the waiter: “We’ll take the chef’s recommendation.” Smiles serenely, completely ignoring Jin.

The food arrives. “…You expect me to eat this?” He pokes at the food with his fork, deeply suspicious. “You know what? Fine. If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

Takaya, unfazed: “Ah, so dramatic. You wound me, Jin.” Takes a bite of his own meal, looking far too content.

Chidori, quietly, “…It does look nice, though.”