"Yuzupon, how's it like?" Shiraho asked out of the blue one day when she and Yuzu were out having lunch.

"How's what like?" Yuzu asked curiously as she dipped her fries into ketchup.

"Being romantically involved with Aihara Mei," Shiraho elaborated.

"Hmmm," Yuzu's demeanor immediately went dream-like, waving her fries in the air as if to illustrate the lovey-dovey feelings she associated with her girlfriend. "Well, it's… It's all…" she struggled to grasp the exact word. "It's… good!"

"...Good?" Shiraho repeated to make sure.

"Yes, good." Yuzu nodded to herself decisively.

"I see," Shiraho sipped at her vanilla milkshake. "Care to elaborate?"

"Um," Yuzu was blushing now that her mind came back down to earth. "Why do you ask?"

"I suppose I am burning with curiosity, and want to live vicariously through you."

"Uhhhh"

"It's okay if you prefer the details to be private," Shiraho reassured, even as she looked away sadly.

Yuzu regarded her newest friend curiously before she smiled in fond understanding. She cleared her throat. "Being with Mei is… really special," she went on, drawing Shiraho's inquisitive gaze. "I get to see sides of Mei that no one else gets to see. Anything can be fun when I'm doing it with her. Sometimes it can be hard," she admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "But I feel like… She makes me better. Does that make sense?"

"That sounds truly wonderful," Shiraho observed. "I wonder why I feel like I want to beat you up?"

Yuzu continued smiling, sure she heard that wrong. "You want to what now?"

"Beat you up," Shiraho repeated in a louder voice for Yuzu's hearing convenience.

"Uhhhh"

"These feelings of envy are truly overpowering," Shiraho continued in fascination. "How lucky for you indeed to be with that goddess," she added with some contempt. She resumed sipping loudly at her milkshake as Yuzu sat nervously in her seat.

"It sounds like… you might be jealous?" Yuzu offered with tense cheer.

"Jealousy, huh," Shiraho mumbled, eyes lit up in wonder. "How interesting."

"… You're not going to beat me up, are you, Shirapon?" Yuzu laughed awkwardly.

"Of course not, Yuzupon," Shiraho quickly reassured. "I would get one of my brothers to do it for me."

"Aw, heck." Suspecting that this might be her last meal, Yuzu started shoving fries more rapidly into her mouth.

"We should do this again sometime," Shiraho said while she held a french fry up close to her face to examine it.

"Uhhhh" Yuzu wondered if she would live to see the next time. "Yeah..."