[without Jungo, chawanmushi would be at least one eighth less of an art form
He looks down into her eyes, his own perpetually hidden by the shade his hat and unkempt hair provide. The wolf looks so pretty and serene to him. How could such a lovely animal wander so far into the city? It could be in danger, someone could call the authorities.]
You're safe now. I'm going to take good care of you.
[He reassures the animal by shifting Vietnam in his arms, patting her head, and then starting the short walk to the back entrance of his restaurant, the aptly-named Chawanmushi. He doesn't falter or struggle with the weight of such a large, good dog even once, and soon Vietnam will find herself being set down on some cushions he usually reserves for the cats.
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He looks down into her eyes, his own perpetually hidden by the shade his hat and unkempt hair provide. The wolf looks so pretty and serene to him. How could such a lovely animal wander so far into the city? It could be in danger, someone could call the authorities.]
You're safe now. I'm going to take good care of you.
[He reassures the animal by shifting Vietnam in his arms, patting her head, and then starting the short walk to the back entrance of his restaurant, the aptly-named Chawanmushi. He doesn't falter or struggle with the weight of such a large, good dog even once, and soon Vietnam will find herself being set down on some cushions he usually reserves for the cats.
There's lots of cat smell. And lots of cats.]