Night.
Having prepared the ingredients, the three of them set up a grill on the roof. Now that Mercer was newly rich, he had bought only the finest ingredients, from A5 wagyu to Kobe lobster.
If it was expensive, he bought it.
Seeing so many premium ingredients, Mysterio couldn't help swallowing. "This is my first time seeing so much fancy stuff. Boss, just how rich are you? This meal alone must cost tens of thousands of dollars, right?"
After just an afternoon together, Mysterio had already started calling Mercer Boss. The fact that Mercer was younger than him didn't stop him.
"Dig in. Grill whatever you want. Don't hold back," Mercer said with a hearty laugh.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mysterio and Galacta got to work, placing whatever they wanted to eat on the grill.
The energy in this food amounted to little for Galacta, but when she wasn't starving, she could still eat like a normal person.
Once her survival needs were met, naturally, she wanted to satisfy her emotional needs.
And premium ingredients cooked the right way could do just that.
The three ate and laughed, the atmosphere brimming with cheer.
"Hey, Boss, a shooting star! Make a wish!"
Mysterio suddenly pointed at the sky. The other two turned together as a shooting star streaked overhead.
"Oh, come on. What's there to wish for? That's just an ordinary meteor that happens to be a little closer to your atmosphere," Galacta quipped.
"You don't get it. It's an Earth custom." Mysterio glanced at Mercer, who smiled and nodded at him.
Apparently, their two universes shared that much in common.
They clapped their hands together in unison, then held their palms together, actually going through the motions of making a wish.
"Idiots..." Galacta glanced at the two fools,