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Angel snickered from the side as he listened to the propositions both Bushi and Mia made towards one another. "Mia, you do know you're walking right into a pool of free favors for Bushi, don't you? He can probably out-eat everyone in this entire restaurant combined if he felt like it." He slapped the kami's back, a smug smile still plastered across his face. "They don't call you a god for nothing, right?"

He laughed again. Just like the other two concluded internally, Angel too apprecated the lightheartedness of this dinner showdown. Air was right - moping over Robin's injury would probably hurt her pride more than she would appreciate it. Witnessing his own victims comatosed or killed were really the only things that ever threw off Angel's emotions, and Mia too it seemed was still frustrated with the earlier events that day. At the very least, seeing everyone else calm down and at least attempt to enjoy themselves with their newest teammate was enough to set him straight too.

It wasn't too long before the orders were made; Angel ordered his fish from the appetizer section and had it promptly arrive. There were five pieces total, and Angel - "Don't mind if I do." - was quick to seize one. Considering he only had four "fingers" per hand, he always found using utensils both awkward and unnecessary, so he casually removed his gloves and used his claws as both a knife and fork.

"This is some pretty good shit, innit? Bush? Mia? No appetizer? I'll take your pieces if you don't want them. Mm! Hey Air, baby, try some of this. Pretty damn good."