"What's the square root of 522,443?"
"2."
An explosion of air escaped, followed by a laugh. A guffaw. Ami guffawed. Was, in fact, still doing it.
Makoto leaned into her palm, watching with amusement.
"722.80." Ami jabbed Mako's shoulder too hard. "Rounded."
"Okay."
"Check! Who has a calculator?" she demanded of the bar.
"I trust you."
"I am in complete control of my mental faculties."
"Clearly."
"And not at all drunk."
"Of course not."
"Thus I should be allowed another."
"Nope."
Ami protested by doing more math at Mako. Mako regarded Ami with indulgent affection and waved off the bartender.