After a moment's thought, she clapped her fist into her palm with a "That's it!"

"If you buy me ootoro, then maybe I'll become addicted to it, and that way I'll have to stay in the Host Club forever." Fujioka Haruhi tilted her head to the side, looking up. "Is that your plan, Kyouya-senpai?"

The vice-president of the club in question smiled. He should have known that would be her response. "If you want to see it that way."

"It isn't, then?" she asked, confused. "I can't think of any other reason why you would ask me out to dinner."