New York's awesome; the kind of place that crawls for the sun.

[He looks torn on whether to give up the ice cream, because what if he wants to eat even more of it after his breakfast? But ultimately, with a little huff, he relinquishes control of the delicious dairy product. You fiend.

To his credit, though, he collects the chop sticks and uses them as well as anyone native to them would; the joys of living in Hong Kong 'technically'... while also being a weeb.]

But — yeah! The kaiju. They were appearing more and more consistently, and were stronger every time. [As he takes a bite (and then looks very very pleased before taking a bigger bite), he eventually grows more somber.] We were pretty bad off toward the end of the war. Like... days away from complete destruction, and we were the only ones standing between it.