"That's too much! Too much!"

Kasumi exclaims vehemently as ever, her hands flails as you put pork chops into her nearly finished rice bowl which originally belonged to yours. Later, she bowed her head umpteen times out of gratitude. Perhaps out of guilt too when she thinks she's wasting away your small portion of protein diet.

But, hey, isn't this best way to spoil your underclassman for their hardwork today? Really, you should be thanked—considering she looked like she was starving—and besides you weren't so hungry especially after that battle.

You'd been sent to Chiba early this morning on what was supposedly an educational mission, said by Utahime herself,—old lady probably wanted a break for once so she could take half of her usual stress granted from the gods and spend her day drinking—and meet up a few fellow sorcerers inside a building then cover exorcising grade two curses infesting therein.

However, as restrained as the second year was, you did catch several glimpses of her subconciously staring at the current season's trendy items displayed behind a window glass while passing through several shops before arriving to your designated location. Obviously you would never spoke of this. Just a matter of observation.

By the time you'd finally cleared the place, the sky has somewhat gotten dark.

And of course, as biology would have it, physical tiredness equals a stomach shamelessly growling!

So the two of you scoured for food and found a nice and cozy little authentic restaurant right downtown, hence where you two ended up now.

Taking the train back to Tokyo might have to wait for a while.

"No, no, really, I'm not hungry anymore! Please, take them back." she says, using her chopsticks to put them where they previously belong. She's prone to refuse in courtesy but that didn't change the fact you keep insisting otherwise.