"Well," Sean says, munching on the other half of the taiyaki, "now you won't miss out, anymore, right?" Chuckling, he finishes the pastry and returns to his udon. Minutes later, he finishes, sitting back and rubbing his stomach contentedly, all of the plates in front of him devoid of food. "That was good," he says. "Do you wanna come back here again tomorrow?" he asks Eryn.