[Eating a lot is not something Masaomi is keen on doing in theory, but the smell of bacon is still strong in his nostrils. He wants to eat something at least. Not even Duster's little slip up can change his mind on that.

He backs away so that Duster can do his thing, finds a bar stool to plop down on. Then he decides it's time to stop dancing around the elephant in the room.]

Or someone dies, right?

[He snorts. It's not amused.]

I'm not gonna scream at you if you dare to mention my screw up, you know. Not this time anyway.