"Mmm..." Reno hummed thoughtfully as he popped another hot, sugary zeppola into his mouth. To be fair, he'd dragged Rude to quite a few booths now. But it was so infrequent that they got a chance like this! They'd been working their asses off for years, especially the last two. There had been no festivals, no carnivals, no occasions for unhealthy celebration. The last big celebration Shinra had had was probably Rufus' presidential parade. And there was hardly anything carnival-like about that event. Reno had actually spent part of it in a bar (whether or not he should have).

Could he probably have gotten at least half of this stuff on his own time, somehow, somewhere? Sure, with some effort. But it was a lot easier to justify it this way.

"Yeah," he conceded. "At least for awhile. No promises about a couple hours from now. It's not like this stuff fills ya forever."