[ Well, well, well. It'll be more like cooking for three—he doubts Johnny will want to get this domestic. But there's no denying cooking his own food will save money in the long run. Buying up ingredients, this is a privilege reserved for the rich in Night City, where everything comes premade and prepackaged out of a vending machine. And if the ready-to-eat food already tastes this fucking good, imagine how good it'll taste from scratch.
Nomad's pride too. He likes making his own shit. Likes tinkering. Putting together a car versus a dish—how much different can it be? ] Deal. You and your friend teach me, I'll make food for us all.
Friend. Buddy. [ Family too, with more rapport. ] Sounds like we're chooms now.
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Nomad's pride too. He likes making his own shit. Likes tinkering. Putting together a car versus a dish—how much different can it be? ] Deal. You and your friend teach me, I'll make food for us all.
Friend. Buddy. [ Family too, with more rapport. ] Sounds like we're chooms now.