...I know I have. My students. My city.

No one's names, though.

[Aizawa shrugged-- and, having been watching Wolfwood's attention towards the nearby plate, pushed it closer to him.]

Go ahead and eat it if you're hungry. The food here's heavy for my tastes, but it's not like we get many options.

[what he would give for his jelly pouches. Or, heck, a chef that understood that they needed to wash the rice. ]