[ Mondo hums in response. He recognises that tone ー the same tone he always uses to end a topic ー so he won't press. After all, he's about to use it himself, because he's not ready to talk about his life's sob story out of blue right here right now. ]

Well, 's a long story that I'll tell ya another time. [ Maybe. ] Anyway, we're here. Ya can smell it right?

[ You don't have to inhale so hard to be able to tell how freshly baked them buns are. This aroma. Goddamn. Even Mondo feels hungry now. ]

Let's get in.

[ He doesn't take a no, nor wait for an answer before pushing the door open, prompting the bell on top of the door to clink. Ah yes, look at how plump and golden they all are, ready to be consumed by these two growing boys ー not to mention the unique shapes, among the more classic oval and round ones. ]

Aight, go wild.