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[B]葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)[/B]

"[color=9d538e]That's wonderful to hear,[/color]" said the older girl with a quiet smile, opening the door to the restaurant so that her underclassman could enter before her. "[color=9d538e]It would be remiss of me to take you out for food that you disliked.[/color]"

Saizeriya's meals, however, were not entirely representative of the full gamut of genuine Italian cuisine. The recipes may have originated in that Mediterranean style, but as the menu she had taken as they settled down at the table suggested, there was a particularly Japanese spin on the meals. Otherwise, she would not have been able to order the "Seafood Spaghetti with Tomato & Cream" (for a measly 500 yen), nor would there have been Hamburg steaks present. And in order to maintain the relatively low prices of the dishes, it was to be expected that the Italian food would be lacking in comparison to a place that did not serve as a family restaurant.

"[color=9d538e]What would you like to order?[/color]" she asked patiently, placing her own menu down on the desk now that she had decided on what to eat. Her eyes surveyed the room, looking past where Akane was sitting in front of her to watch the people in the restaurant. It was not a particularly busy day, which suited her purposes fine. Not only did it mean that the restaurateurs would be able to avoid a glut of customers, it also meant that in case her new magical girl friend accidentally revealed any more, the chance of someone witnessing or overhearing would have been reduced.

[i][color=54D1F1]Oi, you already don't have faith in the kiddo? That's a bitta a dick move, dontcha think?[/color][/i]

[i][color=9d538e]Merely a precaution if her accident repeats itself.[/color][/i]

[i][color=54D1F1]Jeez, you're not at all trusting there of other magical folks are ya? You don't even trust your best partner, me![/color][/i]

[i][color=9d538e]Do not fret, Fujimori has given me less reason for distrust than you.[/color][/i]

[i][color=54D1F1]That's pretty---- Oi! What the fuck does that mean?[/color][/i]

Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year and class representative of East Umitori's Class 3-G, ignored her fairy companion's loud mental rant, focusing instead on the aforementioned Akane. It was still admittedly quite surprising to know that her cute underclassman was in fact the same newborn magical girl she had rescued the previous day, but with closer inspection, it was remarkably obvious. The same aura of shyness radiated from them both. Yet had the girl not failed to obscure her own miniscule pixie, she would likely not have been able to connect the dots. It was interesting how their powers worked to hide their identities.

However, she could leave thoughts on that topic for later. She was hungry. She liked spaghetti.