[center][h3]Esaka, the Tiered City[/h3]
[b]Yayama Yama[/b]
Status: Ruminating
LV: 6, EXP: 40/60
Word Count: 185 (+1)[/center]

"I'm interested to hear, too," Yayama chimed in, walking up to the table. She'd slept. . . well enough. . . despite everything, but this morning she'd much prefer the company of others to that offered by her own thoughts. "Not that it's catching up for me, per se, but it's always good to know where a group has been." The clatter of dishes announced her "sitting" at the table, a process that consisted of sliding her dinnerware onto the surface and then clambering up to stand on what would be a seat for anyone else. 

Unlike her ironclad friend, she'd had no trouble ordering her own breakfast. Like him, however, was that her meal was, as always, seemingly disproportionate to her size (if in the opposite direction.) Having spent as long as she had in Doma and Higashi (not to mention having gone native more or less immediately after arriving in the latter), she ordered like someone who'd been born in Esaka. "Anyone have any theories on what 'medium news' is? I'm assuming he isn't about to tell us all about a psychic that took all his money."