You and Monika were sitting in the clubroom, just hanging out after Monika’s piano lesson, like what you usually do. She was writing something, or more accurately, trying to write something, as she was looking at the paper with a slightly annoyed expression. She leaned back in her chair, and reached over for some of the snacks she’d brought with her. Monika, being her usual intelligent and foreseeing self, didn’t bring any snacks which would hamper her ability to read or write. Basically, she didn’t bring any snacks that would stain her fingers. Anyways, you were chilling with Monika as she ate some snacks and was struggling to write a poem. You’d noticed that Monika had been getting fluffier, chonkier, even. It was actually impressive how she was able to gain weight when she’s a strict vegetarian (yes, that is canon), but you weren’t all that sure how to bring it up, or even how you felt about it.