Bright was excited. It wasn't every day that he was excited but when he was excited you could tell. He was practically bouncing in his seat. And why is he so excited? Hamburger night of course. There was a tssss as Mirai flipped one of the patties and it send a shiver up Bright's spine.

"Alright you big 9 year old, here you are."

Bright closed his eyes. Mirai placed the plate in front of him and Bright's eyes flew open. What sat in front of him was NOT a delicious grilled burger, covered with bacon and lettuce and pickles, but a plate of steamed vegetables. Bright's mouth hung open. Did he gets the wrong day? Not possible, Mirai was across from him, cutting Hathaway and Cheimin's into small bites. There was even one sitting on Mirai's plate, happily steaming away. Oh, that must have been what happened, Mirai got the plates mixed up. That's funny, she's never done that before. He reached out to exchange the plates only to have Mirai smack his hand with the fork.

"Ah ah ah! That's not for you! That's your plate there!"

He pouted at her, looking positively broken.

"But Mirai… this is—"

"Steamed vegetables."

She finished what she was doing and sat in her seat.

"… But it's hamburger night Mirai."

Mirai took a bite of hers.

"Yes, but you are getting chubby cheeks, so I'm putting you on a diet!"

His hands flew to his face. Maybe he was getting a bit… plump.

"Mirai—"

"Eat your vegetables!"

He swallowed loudly and looked at the death sentence on his plate, spitting steam like an angry dragon.

"…Can I at least have a beer to go with it?"

"No."

He whimpered.

"Can I at least put salt—"

"No! Now eat!"

Bright stabbed the broccoli angrily with his fork, venting his frustration on the vegetable. He stuffed it in his mouth and clewed it, all the whole cursing his circumstances.