After Medley's class, I headed toward the school cafeteria with Nagi walking beside me.
She glanced at me with a mildly judgmental look.
"You know," she said, "you really don't make enough use of the cafeteria."
I snorted. "That's because this place is a walking temptation. The more money you have in your pocket, the less tasty the food back at home becomes."
Nagi tilted her head. "I don't think so."
I looked at her.
"Your cooking is superb," she continued without hesitation. "A little on the saltier side, yes, but since I'm from the Kingdom of Taiyo, where most of our dishes are savory, it hits right up my alley."
"…That might be the nicest thing anyone's ever said about my questionable seasoning habits."
Before she could reply, a small group of girls approached us. All of them were female, all of them clearly nervous, and all of them wearing the same expression, being half courage, half embarrassment.
"Um, Nagi?" one of them asked, cheeks red. "Same as usual?"
