Minoru was still fine on his first glass, sipping on it occasionally. He had no qualms whatsoever about what or however much Ziggy wanted of anything on the table. They’d be spending the rest of the night together regardless.

“What makes this place one of your favorites?” He asked once the wait staff left. “You know, aside from them letting you bring in ingredients and creating your own menu for the night.”

Because, famous as he was, surely Ziggy couldn’t have done that when he first discovered the restaurant, right?