Even by usual Keiichi standards, this one was...odd. Not that he didn't know a cavalcade of odd people (his father included), but he wasn't used to being jumped from an innocent-looking bush and asked about...pretty much anything under the sun.

He led the way, the troubles of the day bubbling in his mind -- particularly the upcoming need for funding for the Cooking Club.

That was enough to make him sigh without even thinking too much.

As they arrived at the cafe, he held the door open for his strange companion. "Reporters first," he offered.