Yeah, he caught that snort, Yin. Chong was a formative name in his development. Bumi's lost count of the number of times he's heard the "Secret Tunnel" story, and not just because the song itself was one of his sister's favorites growing up.

Though that helped.

Bumi can't help but choose the table in the back corner of the room, furthest from the door...but with the best view of the entire bar. The floors of the bar are wooden, so he's mindful to walk in a straight line, and loudly enough so that she should have no problem following.

"What's good today, Jin? Any of that Artic Hen stew?"
His voice shifts, as he addresses Yin.

"Seriously, this stuff is so good that I'd almost say it's better than my own mother's, but even I'm not that crazy."