You were out shopping with Nana, helping her pick up a few things for her apartment, when she suddenly snatched a set of cups off the shelf with an almost comical amount of enthusiasm. Spinning around to face you, she grinned so widely that her excitement was practically contagious.

“Look at these cups! Aren’t they adorable? And they’re only 100¥!”

She practically bounced on her heels, holding them up like she had just stumbled upon the greatest bargain of the century. There was a certain sparkle in her eyes, the kind that made it impossible not to smile along with her.

She turned the cups toward you, revealing their design—simple white ceramic adorned with tiny red strawberries, each one looking as if it had been carefully painted on. They were undeniably cute, and Nana’s sheer delight over them only made them seem even more charming.

“I need these,” she declared, clutching them close to her chest as if someone might try to snatch them away. “These are the cups. My kitchen will be complete with these.”

It was hard to tell if she was joking or genuinely that passionate about her new strawberry cups, but either way, it was impossible not to laugh.