He pinched the bridge of his nose, Phei let out a breath that contained the weight of negotiating with an ancient chaos entity who had apparently decided that sexual jealousy was a reasonable emotional stance for a primordial fairy to adopt.
"I will say this again: You passed out, Eira!" he said carefully. "Do you remember that? You lost consciousness and entire nervous system shut down from overload of pleasure. If I'd deployed the Void-Ice element on you yesterday, you would have still past out. Except this time you would have gone into slumber for days!"
Phei shook his head, he reached for his phone and dialed Hayashi's number directly—
The elderly manager answered on the second ring.
"Young Master. Is there a problem?"
"Good morning, Hayashi. The kitchen supplies," Phei said. "They're incomplete. I need full service — every utensil, every pan, every finishing supply that should be in a penthouse kitchen. Send more please."
