"You know I could not fail to provide an ingredient for a perfect meal," Champloo said with a bow. Then, before they could get too caught up in being sweet at each other, he swooped off to the counter. From a large, thick pot, he ladled out two bowls of thick turkey noodle soup, which he brought back to the table along with two thick slices of bread. He set them out, then swiftly poured a thick cider for each of them from a large jug he had sitting by the side of the table in a cooling bath.