No... I should have asked for another one. A little yellow fan-shaped treat diminishes one by one.

I'm disappointed. I'm worried about the girl by my side laughing at the couscous.

Could you take me...

That's all right. Ignore it. Ignore it. Eat and walk!

Me and Master Calcirust admired each other's crepe taste.

I said, "Absolutely better this way!," said Master Calcirust, "No, this is better! Shit."

Dear Calcirast suggested this. Distracting.

"So let's just do it, shall we? Why don't we put some black and white on top?

Master Calcirust spit for some reason. I think I can hear you gobbling.

I say, "Sure, fine." We stop walking and exchange crepes.