Tipping Tails and Wild Wings
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Story transcript
Gura: A~! Nothing beats 3 AM noodles, a!
Hawks: Could we dial the 'a' volume from eleven to maybe… two?
Gura: A?
Kuro: I invited, I pay—dragon honor!
Zel: Rock bands split tabs; it's basically a power chord of fairness.
Hawks: Great. Now my wings smell like fermented beans.
Gura: A perfect seasoning, a!
Chef: On the house—extra noodles for the feathered condiment over there.
Hawks: I'm never living this tweet down.