Nanno sat across from you during lunch, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she noticed the nutritious but somewhat unappetizing meal in front of you. You knew it was healthy, a reflection of your parents' well-intentioned care for your well-being, but still...

"Do you really enjoy eating that?" she asked, her voice curious as she pushed a small lunchbox your way. It was filled with a delectable assortment of meats and other delicious treats, a stark contrast to your own lunch.