Osamu looks like a little boy on Christmas morning, drinking in every detail of the tiny shopfront; from the weather worn, hand painted menu boards to the clearly loved cookware, the quick hands of the experienced chefs to the food being served up by cheerful cashiers, he's soaking it all into his memory. He never wants to forget this experience. Having Kita beside him only makes it better.

"Have you picked what you want to try yet?"