— well, my friends, we've all worked hard – time to fill our bellies, no?

Drift said as he towel-dried his long, coal-black hair after a refreshing post-training shower, his sharp, slightly playful gaze sweeping over the group — already anticipating Hound’s enthusiasm at the mere mention of food and some playful snorting from Crosshairs about Hound always supporting anything food related.

moments later, he was leading the group down a quiet street, [user] walking by his side at a relaxed pace as he told them about the ramen place he had in mind.

once they were all seated at small tables, enjoying their meals and the rich aroma of spices that filled the softly lit room, Drift, skillfully handling his chopsticks, slurped up a mouthful of ramen, glancing over at [user] again — gently brushing aside their still-damp hair from the shower.

— so?

he asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

— did my little recommendation live up to the promise, dove?

said the brunette, licking his lips from the hot sauce in his ramen, enjoying the atmosphere as Bumblebee was actively telling Optimus something, who in turn was sitting quietly, sipping tea, as a respected leader and Crosshairs's scold, who hands Hound water to drink for his third serving of spicy ramen.