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She'd been worried for nothing, it seemed. The moment she spoke up, Yoshida turned and welcomed her with a grin. He really had a nice smile. She wasn't very good with people, but nevertheless, even she could appreciate such a simple expression. In fact, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that she appreciated such little things more than almost anything else. People were so hard to understand, no matter how she analyzed them, recorded them, or tried to figure out what they were thinking or how they worked. But there were a few little things that she could almost always grasp with 100% accuracy. A welcoming, friendly smile like the one she'd just been shown was one of those things. Fumika felt her unease evaporate in an instant, and so settled into the seat opposite her new friend, placing her tray in front of her. The selection she'd chosen was... well...

A veritable mountain of yellow-sauced shrimp curry sat upon a plate on the left side of the tray, but the plate itself could hardly be seen beneath all the food atop it. On the other side, three cinnamon rolls, a cookie, and a doughnut were all piled precisely into a perfect pastry pyramid. Fumika's bright blue eyes slid slowly from one side of the plate to the other, before eventually settling on the left. Whether it was in emulation of the boy sitting across from her or simply her own appetite, she immediately dug in with a similarly extreme level of gusto, the curry seeming almost to vanish off of her plate. It might have seemed strange, but then again, she'd created over 20 times her own body's mass in clones alone, without even taking into consideration the mass of the even larger objects she'd projected. She needed to replenish her store of energy to make up for what she'd lost.

However, when he addressed her again, she immediately froze, looked up, and puffed out her cheeks like a squirrel storing food for the winter. [color=#F50A83]"Curry ish good,"[/color] She confirmed, nodding once before swallowing. [color=#F50A83]"If it's curry and it smells good, it's good curry."[/color] She stated matter-of-factly. Thus satisfied with her answer, she went right back to eating, but this time kept staring blankly in Yoshida's general direction. She was probably just expecting him to ask something else, and wanted to seem like she was paying attention... But seeing her shoveling curry into her mouth with that utterly serious, focused expression on her face made for quite the bizarre spectacle, especially since she had rice still sticking to the edges of her cheeks and didn't even seem to notice. Well, actually, she did notice - but if she went to wipe it, that would mean looking away from him, and you weren't supposed to do that when someone else was talking. Paying close attention was a very important part of being a good listener. That was important. Haruka had told her so once.

[@Zeroth]