[color=00a651]"Oh, I see."[/color]

It was hard to tell whether Kimiko was speaking in reference to Daisuke or Jin, who had appeared like a whirlwind before Saitou had even been able to form an effective reply. She waved at them as they began quizzing Miyamoto on a potential future selling Kimiko potato-based sides to snack on for dinner, but had disappeared before the girl could effectively whip up a sales pitch for why this future was beneficial for all parties. Jin's in-and-out time was small enough that Kimiko could effectively fit the entire conversation within her wave, and she stood there for a second after they were gone. Just waving.

[color=00a651]"That's okay, Daisuke-kun. I like your french fries best."[/color]

She spoke with an understanding smile and nodded her head gently. He always gave Kimiko more fries than anyone else who worked his shifts.

To be fair, they would all give her four orders, as ordered. But Daisuke's handfuls were the biggest, and he would sometimes smile wryly at her when she thanked him. It was quality customer service.

[color=00a651]"I suppose I'll settle for ordering a burger tonight."[/color]