[As much as Ragna likes to think he doesn't care about anyone or anything, it's hard not to worry at least a little bit when seeing her like this. People aren't supposed to have flowers growing out of their eyes ─ but there again, neither are they supposed to turn into giant eight-headed monsters, so perhaps he has no room to speak here. And hell, what good would that even do for her? The only thing he can really do for Rose is to ignore this and treat her normally.

So without further ado, he follows her inside the restaurant.]

Same. The shit with everything being bland and tasteless was worse than if they had taken all the colors of the rainbow away.

[If there's anything he finds himself being grateful for since the whole Retrospec mess has started, it's the fact they managed to fix that... whattheycallit... unreality bullshit in a timely manner. His life is miserable enough without taste being taken away from him, thank you very much.]