Me too. The stuff the Hedonists come up with is pretty weird too, isn't it?

[ There's a little huff that should have been a laugh but isn't one, and Mikado wrinkles his nose at it. He's not fooled by Masaomi's attempts to appear normal, but he's not going to call him on it either, not now. His best friend was dead, he can't be expected to be normal right now. ]

Here, I can do ramen.

[ And then suddenly there's a campfire, and a pot hanging over it, and a cooler and a tent and a whole little campsite, one thing after another popping into existence around them. They're a little funny in places, the textures off in weird ways, the fire a strange flat color instead of flickering in differing shades as the fluctuation in heat should make it do. Still, the way everything just kind of exists suddenly is enough to be proud of. ]

See, Masaomi? All you have to believe in is me, okay?