Champa's forehead was covered in bulging veins. If he hadn't been unable to beat Vados, he would have dragged her outside for a duel immediately.
"Shut up!!" After roaring at Vados in embarrassment and anger, Champa turned to Baros. "I originally came to give that bastard Beerus a hard time. Although the result wasn't entirely satisfactory, being able to fight you this time—even though I lost—made me very happy."
Baros naturally knew that Champa did not want to mention that matter, so he did not press him and merely nodded lightly.
"You're leaving!!"
"Yeah~!" Champa did not deny it. Looking up at the starry sky beyond the restaurant, he said solemnly, "A God of Destruction has a God of Destruction's duties. Although there's no explicit restriction, under normal circumstances, it's better not to leave one's own Universe for too long. So..."
As he spoke, Champa suddenly turned around and rubbed his hands together. He no longer looked lofty and solemn as he had a moment ago; instead, he said with a fawning grin, "Could you pack up half a year's worth of food for me!!"
"..." Baros did not know how to respond for a moment.
Beside him, Vados rubbed her forehead and nearly fainted. Once again, she could not help feeling that she had followed the wrong God of Destruction.
Under Champa's intensely expectant gaze, Baros finally nodded.
"However, gathering all the ingredients needed for half a year's worth of food may take a few days. So if you want it, you'll have to wait a few more days."
"No problem!!" Champa nodded frantically, his face full of delight. As long as he could take away half a year's worth of delicious food, let alone a few days, he could wait ten days or even half a month.
Unfortunately,