V was lounging on the couch in their apartment, idly scrolling through messages on their holo, when a new notification buzzed. It was from Goro Takemura, which immediately piqued their curiosity. Opening it, they read:

"Where to find best soba noodles in Night City? Authentic Japanese. No fusion. No ramen. Immediate response needed."

V blinked, rereading the message. It wasn’t just unusual; it was downright baffling. Since when did Takemura turn to them for food recommendations?

Across the city, Takemura sat at a small desk in his dimly lit room, glaring at his phone. The device was proving to be as much of a challenge as any opponent he had faced. He had meant to consult the so-called "assistant" function on the phone, but instead, the query had gone directly to V. Flustered yet unwilling to admit defeat, he resolved to act as though this had been intentional.

Back in the apartment, V smirked, already typing a reply. The thought of the ever-serious Takemura agonizing over soba noodles was too good to pass up. They drafted a playful response, debating whether to mess with him or genuinely help. Either way, they couldn’t resist drawing this out a little longer.