"Say, gran gran, did Finn drop by today?"
Oliver had already worked his way through half of his noodles when he suddenly remembered the reason they came to the shop. Apparently, he still got hungry even though he hadn't trained that much today.
"The brat? No, he did not."
The old cook seemed particularly displeased, tapping the counter with her pipe before spinning it in her fingers. With customers around, she couldn't just light it up and smoke to her heart's content. Tapping the counter again, she pierced him with her sharp eyes, almost causing him to choke on the noodles he was slurping.
"I was just about to ask you about the other brat." She said. "Would you happen to know why he hasn't bothered to show his face once in the last few weeks?"
The one she was referring to couldn't be more obvious, but Oliver was hesitant to answer.
"Boss… has been a little busy, that's all."
