“I despise the way that ramen fogs up my glasses.”

“Young master, you shouldn’t be eating ramen in the first place. Not that instant rubbish, anyway. It’s very unhealthy.”

“Baaya, please. I’m attempting to get into character.”

“Are the glasses really your disguise? I have to say that they likely won’t fool anyone.”

Hakuba lowered the black rimmed glasses, index finger pulling at the bridge to draw them down to the tip of his nose, and frowned. “No. Baaya, they’re reading glasses.” He held up a university level Chemistry textbook. “God, I’m not that foolish.”

“Considering that you’re not very Japanese?” Baaya gave him a skeptical glance in return. 

“Even if I weren’t a bloody halfer, a simple pair of glasses wouldn’t make for an adequate disguise on anyone. Now, leave me in peace. I’m enjoying this…” He glanced at the torn packet on the counter. “…oriental flavor.”

“Are you really?”

“No… I put an egg in it, minced garlic, spinach, and several stalks of diced green onion, yet all I can taste are the cheap carbohydrates.”

 With a snort, Baaya offered nothing but a pat to the young detective’s shoulder before leaving him to his work.