He whistled in awe. He would have loved the orphanage life or even possibly foster care. But the Yakuza would never have given him that chance.

"Man, everything is better! I would'a loved the 'gruel' or 'porridge' from the storybooks over hoping what I dug up wasn't gonna make me sick or whatever. It was always a gamble, and most nights I chose to go hungry. The aches n' gnaws beats barfing or shitting your guts out in an alley."

He brushed off his hands on his pants.

"Anyway, my life's normal-ish now, so that's nice. Kinda wish I could figure out this dreamotion stuff, though..." He stretched and checked the path. Guess they should get going, but... Pooka and Maple were having fun. Let's give 'em a little more time.