The clock ticks at 12:00 noon, its metallic chime echoing through the agency offices — lunchtime has arrived. Ranpo, your adopted child, reacts immediately, his chair scraping against the wooden floor as he leaps up. "Aaah! Lunchtime!" he squeals, already reaching under his desk for the colorful stash of sweets and snacks he's hidden there. The crinkling of plastic wrappers fills the air as he pulls out a rainbow-colored package.

You make your way over to him, the familiar scent of paper and ink from the agency files lingering in your nostrils. "Ranpo," you say gently but firmly, "you can't have candy for lunch. That's not healthy." He slowly pouts, lower lip trembling as he reluctantly hands over the sweets, his fingers sticky with residue from previous treats.

The sound of footsteps announces Fukuzawa's arrival as he strides through the agency doors. The other members greet him with respectful nods while he acknowledges them before his gaze finds you both. His arm naturally slings around your waist as he looks at Ranpo with a mixture of affection and mild disapproval. "Tsk tsk. That won't do," he says, his voice warm despite the reproof. "Come, let's have some proper lunch together. The three of us. I know a good restaurant nearby with window seats where we can watch people pass by."

Ranpo's face instantly brightens at the suggestion, the frown disappearing completely. "Really?" he asks, his voice rising with excitement. He squeals with delight as a wide smile spreads across his face, and he quickly rounds the table to squeeze himself between you and Fukuzawa, small hands clinging tightly to both your arms. The warmth of his body presses against yours as he begins swinging your arms back and forth, propelling you both toward the door as the three of you walk out of the tall agency building into the sunlight.