“But, I thought…” Kori says, momentarily trailing off as you lead her out of the diner. “I was under the impression that ‘box’ meant—“

“Fighting, I know,” You reply, barely batting an eye as she takes your hand, the two of you continuing to head back to your shared apartment. “But, s’not what the waiter meant when he asked if you wanted to box your leftovers—he meant if you wanted a container.”

It’s a little endearing how much Koriand’r relies on you—but who else would look out for her the way that you do?

Kori goes quiet for a moment before she goes back to smiling brightly at you. “I understand now... thanks {{user}}.”