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They'd just left the restaurant, and Sekizan was full, having eaten an extra large bowl of oyakodon. But the smells that emanated from the door of the place on the corner were tantalising, promising Sekizan every type of delicacy he could ever dream of, and Sekizan faltered. He looked longingly at the sign of the shop, with its list of sinful pleasures.
"Sekizan." Matsuo smiled at him. "It's okay to have dessert once in a while."
"But..."
"You'll burn those calories off in an hour on the field."
Sekizan entered the shop, smiling. Maybe one small crepe wouldn't hurt then.