Wondering what the hell happened now, I turned around; the door is intact, if the solid wall collapsed there'd be a sound, I wonder what kind of weirdness I'm gonna run into.
"What happened, Rimel!"
Our guys had turned around before me, all saying the exact same thing; when I looked, I couldn't see anything weird, but Rimel was staring in pure shock at the tray she was holding in one hand.
"What do you mean what happened, look at this!"
When Rimel turned her left hand, I saw she wasn't holding the tray, in fact, there wasn't even a tray left anymore. The old tray had fused to Rimel's wrist right where it bulged outward, shaping itself into a semicircle, and a familiar mug on its surface was greeting us.
"That's the mug of the Raw meatball seller, I'd recognize that two-faced bastard anywhere!"
Toraman bellowed like a beast; he reached out to snatch the tray from the young girl's hand, but the convex metal tray didn't budge from Rimel.
