[ the more the usual suppliers provide rotted produce, the more convinced ookurikara becomes that he should just take care of it himself. cut out the middle man, and find his own ingredients for the restaurant. it's the same thing he'd done years ago, when he first opened it, so he sees no issue with doing it again.
when the rotten pear rolls across the path before him, he wonders if the gods are mocking him. they seem to be fond of that lately. after allowing himself another moment to glare disdainfully at the offending fruit, he finally looks up to the source of it, where she's raising a racket. he doesn't recognize her - someone from umite, then? maybe a human? it's hard to tell, and he makes no move to help her. ]
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when the rotten pear rolls across the path before him, he wonders if the gods are mocking him. they seem to be fond of that lately. after allowing himself another moment to glare disdainfully at the offending fruit, he finally looks up to the source of it, where she's raising a racket. he doesn't recognize her - someone from umite, then? maybe a human? it's hard to tell, and he makes no move to help her. ]
You should always cut it before eating.