One blissfully calm Sunday afternoon, Mikuru and Tsuruya were eating lunch together in the park. Mikuru was nibbling on a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, while Tsuruya was...
Okay, what do you think she was eating?
"Oh, man!" exclaimed Tsuruya, chomping away at a slice of smoked-cheese she had cut away from the wheel that lay in her lap. "This has gots to be the best wheel of cheese yet! The texture, the flavor, the shade of yellow... Everythings about this piece of cheese is perfectly perfect! Megassa perfect, if I do say so myself, nyoro. Gee, I love smoked-cheese, Mikuru..."
Mikuru, who was pretty damned annoyed at having to listen to the wonders of cheese for ten minutes straight on the way over, twitched her left eyebrow. Ever since that stupid chibi web-series had come along, her best friend had regressed to the mentality of a giant mouse. It was bad enough dealing with the unexplained martial arts and random Airbending, but this was just retarded.
Dropping her spineless moe persona for just a second, Mikuru smiled smugly, and said, "Well, if you love it so much then, Tsuruya, then why don't you go and marry it?"
Mikuru then chuckled at her clever joke, allowing her to miss Tsuruya's suddenly blank face staring at her. As the hyperactive girl began to scratch her chin in contemplation, a mysterious smile made its way onto her face.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm~..."
A Week Later...
Mikuru wasn't exactly sure what was weirder.
The fact that Tsuruya had invited nearly all of the SOS Brigade, most of North High, the entire Agency, and the Anti-SOS Brigade to her wedding held in the backyard of her lavish mansion... or the fact that the heiress had made herself the groom.
Either way, Tsuruya and a wheel of smoked-cheese could sure pull off a tuxedo and bridal-veil combo very well.
A/N: What followed was a wonderful honeymoon, indeed.