It was a good night, but Shari couldn't help but think she had forgotten something.
As Shari stepped outside of the inn, she was reminded of what she forgot. Oboro was seated on a stone bench, one of her assistants standing behind her. She had a lit cigarette in one hand, and was eating something with the other.
She was eating takoyaki.
She was eating grilled octopus.
Somehow Shari wasn't hungry.