Goemon Ishikawa XIII was hard pressed to find himself trifling with city business, but today, he had a duty to fulfill. He'd been walking through the city after a particularly difficult job, hungry and dehydrated, and the kindly woman who owned this restaurant had found him and given him food and drink. It was the least he could do to pick up ingredients for her; those safely deposited, he happened to overhear a certain familiar scream from inside the restaurant. Its slurred quality was even more familiar.
His back hurt from carrying such heavy bags such a great distance, but that elderly restaurant owner was far too frail to do it herself. And now, Lupin was disturbing the peace of her restaurant.