[Momo, who is not only a guts but also very used to ridiculous forms of hazing from higher-ups in his industry, takes the overly sweet cheese and chicken and downs it without batting an eyelash. This is going to end up becoming unstoppable force vs immovable object at this rate.]

I hope so! If we can fix things up, and if our emotions and dreams are supposed to affect this place so much, maybe we'll be able to add bits and pieces like that later. At least for soccer, there's probably the space to set up a game already, we'd just need a ball and something to mark goals and field areas.

[As he says that, he dunks some of the steamed chicken and offers it back. If they're both in this for the long haul, they might as well keep things rolling.]