[Emi let out a soft 'ohhh,' which was applicable to pretty much the entire conversation thus far. A small smile crept to his face as he thought about Eiji helping the other boy out, assuming it probably had to do with too many buckets or something like that. Nice one, Eiji.

He nodded along with Noya's explanation, tucking the coupon away somewhere safe.]

That's smart. I'll see if my guts will cooperate with the jerky first and go from there. It'd probably make a nice "cool I don't feel like shit" celebration too, ha.