Miao Mu and Oswald dragged over two chairs by the bar entrance and sat down to eat. Miao Mu had eaten a filling breakfast.
But the meat patty bun was not large. He tossed it straight into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.
Oswald, on the other hand, ate at an unhurried pace. Give him a plate, a fork, and a knife, and he could make it look as elegant as a meal at a French restaurant.
As for why France, it was because the United Kingdom had no fine cuisine. Stargazy pie was not something just anyone could stomach.
"Want a cigarette?" Miao Mu took out a cigarette case, shook one loose, and offered it to Oswald. He held one between his own lips as well, though he did not light it.
"I have cigars. Try one—genuine Cuban goods, I brought them back..." Oswald realized he seemed to have let something slip and swiftly changed the subject. "Have one. Have you gone to see any circus performances?"
"No. The Zatara Circus hasn't arrived yet. The rest are..." Miao Mu held out his pinky and shook it disdainfully.
Recently, more circuses had begun arriving in Gotham, mainly because word had spread that the legendary Zatara Circus was coming to Gotham for a tour.
After hearing the news, other circuses had come to join the excitement. Christmas was approaching too, and they all wanted to make another fortune.
After all, this was the Zatara Circus, the circus of John Zatara, the world-renowned master of escape magic.
However, John Zatara had been missing for a long time.
It was said that the circus was now led by John Zatara's daughter, Zatanna Zatara.
A female magician who could turn a charging elephant into a shower of flowers—or rather, calling her