"Two ice cream cones, please!"
"Two grilled fatty lamb skewers, please."
After buying a bunch of street snacks, Ash sighed, "It's been eight months since the war broke out, yet Black Robe Town seems like nothing ever happened."
"It's just how things are," Black Crow said, carrying the snack bags, "Tanomu once said there are fewer days without wars on the Wasteland than you can count on one hand."
"Let's not go back just yet. Let's eat right here."
Ash suddenly ducked into a dark corner of an alley. Black Crow shook his head, "I'm not eating."
"I'll lean against this wall, you lean against that one. Even if you take off your mask, I won't be able to see you." Ash pointed at the two perpendicular walls in the corner. "I can hear your stomach growling."
"Impossible. I can go three days without food or water without any physiological reaction."
