Haruka and Hotaru leaned against the wall, both bored out of their mind, while Michiru was discussing a picture by Claude Monet with the museum guard. "How long will this take?" Hotaru whispered, and her papa shrugged and sighed. "I have no clue, Hotaru. Seems like the trip to the art museum wasn't such a good idea after all." Michiru, who had heard the nasty comment, shot a little glare at her blonde lover, who blushed and grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. Michiru just shook her head, finished her discussion and came back to her little family. "Now what was that, Haruka?" Haruka acted all innocent. "Huh? What are you talking about?" Hotaru giggled while Michiru let out a little sigh. "Oh, never mind. Hey, I'm starving. Shall we go and see if we find something to eat?" Both Haruka and Hotaru beamed. "Yes!" they cried out in unison, looking as if they were at the same age – five.
Using the public transport, the trio drove to Vienna's longest shopping street: the Mariahilfer street. Michiru awed at the countless fashion stores, but Haruka and Hotaru wouldn't give her the chance to enter one of them. "You can buy as much clothing as you want…after we ate." Haruka informed her lover, who pouted. Until her stomach growled; that quickly made her change her mind, and the family headed for the nearest "Schnitzelhaus", a well-known restaurant chain which served the traditional Vienna Schnitzel, along with cordon bleu and and various vegetarian dishes. Haruka and Michiru ordered their foot, while Hotaru was unsure what she should eat. "May I recommend the kid's menu for you?" the friendly cook spoke, causing the little girl to beam. "Yes, I'll take that!" Haruka paid the meal, and the family sat down. The blonde was just about to start eating her cordon bleu when suddenly the guy from the opposite desk blew a cloud of smoke into her face, causing her to cough. Angered, the blonde glared at the unfriendly man. "Excuse me?" she spoke, trying to sound friendly. The man gave her an odd look. "Yes?" "Could you please stop smoking?" Haruka asked, smiling politely. "My family and I are trying to eat, and it's not really pleasing if you blow smoke in my face." The guy obviously didn't think about finishing smoking, instead, he glared at Haruka and replied: "No. This is a restaurant where smoking is allowed, and I don't think about stopping it just because of a jerk like you." (A/N: of course not all Austrians are like that! ^_^ But there are some really rude people. Especially in Vienna.) Haruka just pulled in a deep breath to hurl an insult at the man, when she felt a gentle hand taking her arm. "Haruka, don't." Michiru softly spoke. "I don't want you to get into a fight during our holiday." Haruka looked into her lovers pleading eyes, knowing that Michiru had already won. She looked at the guy, calmly said "Baka" and walked back to her desk – leaving the unfriendly jerk totally confused about what this blonde man just had said to him. "Was that an insult?" he shouted after Haruka, who just chuckled and continued to eat, trying to ignore the clouds of smoke that were blown into her face in regular intervals.
"Can we go shopping now?" Michiru asked after the family had finished eating. "Please?" she added, giving Haruka her puppy dog look. The blonde sighed, trying to give her lover a strict glare. "Michiru, it is unfair to use this look on me. You know that I can never deny you anything when you do that." Michiru fluttered her eyelashes at her lover. "What are you talking about?" she asked, all innocent. Hotaru giggled at her parents, already knowing how this little scene would end: with Haruka-Papa carrying lots of shopping bags and wailing about her credit cards while Michiru-Mama ran from one store to the next, buying everything she liked.
"Michiru, think about my credit cards!" Haruka wailed while she carried a whole dozen of shopping bags, following her lover. Hotaru walked next to her papa, giggling all the way – causing Haruka to wonder what her little girl found so funny. But then, on the other hand, the blonde thought that she better didn't want to know.