What's with this 'king' and 'my nation' stuff? He wasn't seriously walking home with royalty, was he? Whether Ling was kidding or not, Kanji couldn't be sure, but the kid seemed privileged in a sense... or was, anyway.

He couldn't catch the bullshit in Ling's voice, however, and the teen rubbed the back of his head in thought. Help, huh?

"A'right, lemme ask you somethin: What kinda job are you lookin' for? There's always working with your strengths, doin' somethin' you're used to for a living, or working toward somethin' new."

He shrugged. "I bake at Death By Pastry... I guess I'm an okay cook, but I wanted to get better at it. You get what I'm saying?"