In a luxury apartment in the downtown area, Toru Amuro deftly tied on his apron, took a pile of ingredients out of the refrigerator, laid them out on the table, and began to consider what to make for dinner today.
Cointreau had been "missing" for several weeks, but just a moment ago, the long-silent Cointreau had sent a single sentence:
[Make some food, I'm about to starve to death. — Cointreau]
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