[It was serviceable enough. Bedivere wasn't a master chef, but he made food that was edible. Which probably meant it was tastier than the food Dazai was used to.

Once again, Bedivere sat there and watched as Dazai ate his meal.]

Coffee and a good meal, no? Ah, but I think I saw your neighbor sniffing around earlier. Should I make some for him too some time?