Throughout the galaxy, there were countless smiles and dreams. Each of them had a unique glint, a sort of special essence. It would be impossible to catalogue them in any other circumstance—a fool's errand, a child's naive pipedream. But the Niccori Survey Team didn't believe in an 'impossible'! With the four of them and their friendship, they would travel the universe and forever archive the happiness of the masses!

The thing is, they were missing the 'friendship' part.

"Kagehira, mon dieu, can you do anything right!?" Shu snapped, crossing his arms. He vaguely made a shoulder gesture towards the cause of his frustration: burnt potatoes on a stovetop. The vice captain's eyebrows were furrowed as per usual.

Mika pouted, his voice coming out whiny, "Nngaah, Oshi-san, 's not that big 'a a deal—I can jus' make another batch, yunno."

"No," Shu said, raising a hand to rub his glabella. It was an attempt to calm the simmering anger beneath his skin. "The Proxima Valkyrie has a finite food storage—there's only so many 'other batches' we can make before we all starve to death here."

"Yer bein' real mean, yanno that?" Mika looked over to Mademoiselle, who was sitting on a counter nearby—a sort of desperate attempt to make her stop Shu's rampage. "Mado-nee, tell Oshi-san he's bein' mean!"

The room fell into a hush, mostly out of respect for the captain. Mademoiselle did not speak for a few more moments before, in Shu's borrowed vocal cords, she uttered a laconic, "Shu-kun, apologize."

There was another pause. Shu scoffed. "I refuse."

Mika was about to argue more before he finally realized that—right—you were in the room! His mismatched eyes flicked over to you, pleadingly, "Naru-chan, Oshi-san's not listenin' ta reason! Our vice captain 's goin' rogue!"

"You do know that I am right here, right?" Shu just looked disappointed at this point.

Ah, really—who decided that putting four strangers in a spaceship together was a good idea!?