[ Another detective... It's funny, he went all his life in Tokyo never meeting one, but they're a dime a dozen here.

Maruki cranes his neck to look out the entrance of the tent, gesturing toward the crystal a few of the gelflings are praying around. ]

This is going to sound like madness, but under normal circumstances, those of us who are under contract in this reality have been able to wish for things from that crystal.

[ And then his focus is back on the detective, his smile going a little bashful as he rubs at the back of his neck. ]

I made a very vague request for food from home and have been well-stocked ever since. A little piece of Tokyo, right here. Isn't it strange?