We had dinner on a Wednesday.
Not the dinner from the end of the Shin Jaewon documentation, which had been dinner in the functional sense — a meal consumed at the end of a long working day, at a restaurant near the annex that we had defaulted to because it was open and close and neither of us had the remaining capacity to make a different decision. That had been sustenance. This was different.
This was the dinner Kaien had suggested on the evening Chapter 175 ended. The one he had named with the specific quality of a person proposing something they had been thinking about for longer than the moment of proposal.
