"So where do you guys wanna go first?" Madoka says, pulling out a directory of the mall.

"I wanna get ice cream!" Yu exclaims.

"Why don't we get some hamburgers first!" Gingka starts, walking towards the food court. Madoka grabs the end of his scarf, and pulls him onto his butt. "Hey, what gives?"

"You can't just walk around by yourself!" she exclaims. "Go with Masamune. Yu, come with me. We'll meet back here at 6:30."

"What time is it now?" Masamune asks, checking his imaginary watch. Yu looked over.

"I think it's 2 o'clock," he answers, completely serious. Madoka sweat drops, and Tsubasa face palms.

"It's 12:34," Tsubasa says, looking at his phone.

"Okay let's goooo then I'm hungry can we get some pizza?" Yu grumbled, tugging at Madoka's jacket.

"I thought you wanted ice cream!"

"I want both I'm hungry!"

He looked up at her with puppy eyes. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"See ya," Tsubasa says and walks away, leaving Madoka with a rowdy, impatient, Yu.

"How much money do you have?" Masamune asks Gingka. The two of them were waiting in the line for McDonalds.

"Tsubasa gave me $20, and Yu took a dollar to buy gum balls, but then I found a quarter on the ground. Madoka returned me the five dollars I loaned, and you stole half of that. How much does that leave me with?" Gingka pondered, stroking his invisible goatee. Masamune shrugged.

"Um, fifty dollars?" he answers. Gingka snaps his fingers in approval.

"Yeah! How much do you have, Masamune?" Masamune gives a cheesy grin, and fishes around in his pockets.

"I have a lucky penny!" he grins, holding up grimy – looking, 1998 copper penny. "So that makes, uh, about $60! How many burgers can we buy with that?"

"I know! So if a Big Mac is $5, then we can each get…" he counts on his fingers, "Ten and seven twelfths of a burger!" Masamune shakes his head.

"No! You're math is messed up!" he pulls out a pad of paper from his back pocket, "If you do it out on paper, then it clearly says that we can buy fifty burgers. In which case, we split it up fifty-fifty. I get 30 and you get 10."

"What! No! That doesn't even add up to fifty, you idiot! And why do you get more?"

"Because I'm starving!"

"I haven't eaten all afternoon!"

"So? I haven't eaten all day!"

"But I'm the one who's paying!"

"So am I!"

"One cent doesn't count!"

"Yes it does!"

"No it doesn't!"

"Yes it does!"

"NO IT DOESN'T!"

"BUT I'M HUNGRY!" they both shout.

"BE QUIET!" everyone else in line shouts. The two spiky-haired Bladers become silent. It's their turn to order.

"We'll have 50 Big Macs, por favor," Gingka asks, for once not completely tactless. The cashier rang up the bill.

"That's two hundred fifty dawllers," she says, disinterested. The two boys gape.

"Whaaa?" Gingka recomposes himself.

"How many can we get for $60?" he questions.

"Thirty."

"We'll have thirty, then!" he exclaims, high-fiving Masamune. Oh, burger.

"M-kay. Sixty dawllers," the moody cashier says. Gingka hands over his stack of cash, and Masamune flicks his penny on top of the pile. The cashier raises an eyebrow. "This is only $21.75."

"Then… can we have twelve burgers?"

"No."

"Five?"

"No."

"Four?"

"No."

"Three?" they whimper.

"Seventeen dawllers and seven cents."

"Here ya go."

"Thank you and have a nice day," she says in a monotone voice, as the obnoxious boys grab their sack of burgers. "Next."

Tsubasa watches Gingka and Masamune fondle their burgers from afar. He rolls his eyes and walks away, knowing that they'll probably be filed for a restraining order long before 6:30, and he hadn't even gotten to the barber yet.