"Letting go can we truly possess what is real," Illya Kuryakin announced to his partner as he sipped a small cup of green tea.
They'd met for lunch at their usual place, Chang's Restaurant. The food was good and they knew Kuryakin's infamous appetite well enough to make the portions extra large.
"I didn't know you were into ancient Chinese philosophy," Napoleon speared his food with his fork; he could never get the hang of chopsticks.
"No...merely a fortune cookie," Illya barely smiled.