Maia wasn't against the idea.
Misho sat in front of her, stunned. He thought she wanted to leave after hearing all of that…
"Quarter, she is a freak. You know that, right?" Pear looked at him with a faint smile. She seemed to be saying that he had experienced it first hand.
"…"
Misho lowered his gaze. Maia blushed and also became quiet.
"Here is the menu."
The cute lady wearing a veil walked over and placed a wooden board with a piece of paper glued onto it. There were names of drinks they couldn't recognize.
"It's so nice we can read these," Pear mused as she looked over the menu.
Flora leaned against the table and stared at the menu as well.
"Misho… do you want me to pick for you?" Maia asked in a low voice.
"A-are you sure?"
"D-do I have to say it?" Maia looked away with the tips of her ears turning red.
"I can pick for myself."
Misho straightened his posture and looked around.
