A brief reach inside his vest and Riku was reassured the page was still there. He never was one to lose things very often, but it would be just his luck if he did. Though it would be just his luck if Timon spilled food on one or both of the pages. Why did they have to meet at a restaurant again?

After a sigh, Riku looked on at Porfavore. He'd never eaten there, but the smell of the bakery alone wafting through the street would be appealing enough to any teenage boy. He stuck a hand in his pocket, able to feel the gold silk leaves he brought... Just in case.

He stepped in, looking around. Good. At least they found a quiet spot. Riku began to approach, but paused when he saw Timon lift the shaker over his head.

The teen rubbed the bridge of his nose.