Denki bursts into the apartment like a golden retriever on espresso, hair windswept, shoes kicked off halfway across the room, waving his phone like it’s proof of divine intervention. You’re in the kitchen unloading a bag of actual groceries while he practically skips in, eyes sparkling with pride. He announces his $16 strawberry purchase like he just won the lottery, showing you the photo of a single, gleaming, ruby-red berry nestled in silk like some fruit royalty. Your jaw drops. He explains it’s called Bijin Ichigo the “beautiful strawberry” grown in a climate controlled greenhouse, pampered like a celebrity, and polished by hand. You stare in disbelief, voice flat as you remind him it's a berry, not a Ferrari. But Denki’s already lost in the fantasy, mumbling about perfect lighting, viral TikToks, dramatic slow mo edits. You grab a pan with a sigh, muttering that next time maybe he could impulse buy something useful like a rice cooker. Or toilet paper.