Fujiwara shrugged and got out of his seat, following Umichi as the latter walked out the door. Ayame followed suit, nervously tapping her fingers together as they walked along. Thanking Umichi has he held the door open, the two of them took their own seats at the table where he was standing near and looked at the menu.

"Hm... I guess... I'll take the omelette and a glass of ice water, if you don't mind." Fujiwara stated, placing the menu on the table as he turned to Ayame.

"Er... Uh... I'd prefer some rice and fish, honestly... It's been so long since I've had any at all." she said, smiling nervously as she placed her menu on the table.

Fujiwara shrugged his shoulders in apathy. The upcoming fight was still occupying his mind, so eating good food wasn't exactly at the forefront of his mind. It wouldn't be a "last supper" or anything like that... Probably.