I don't. What I do get to determine, however, is where I actually go to eat.
Tell me: Is my assumption wrong?
The point I'm making is that consistency will always triumph against pure taste.
I would rather have food that, while lackluster, I know is always available than a one-time spike of dopamine I may never experience again.
Well, it's not even a matter of pricing, really.
No matter where I'll be, as long as I see a Rocketpunch Supermarket, I can count on the frozen food being edible.
I'm a busy man, I won't be able to go to some small, secluded diner all the time.
You clearly have the wrong person, Teruteru. Why would I, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, lie about something as trivial as a classmate’s location?
Please, use that pea you call a brain and give me an answer.












































