"Is this really an airplane?"
Hana snorted quietly and glanced up at Brian. He currently had his head stuck into the small refrigerator, rummaging around. After a few moment he came up with a couple of cans of cola. Nano-Cola. With her face on it.
"Nano-Cola! Enjoy!"
Oh god...when he opened it, it spoke with her voice….
"Huh…" Brian raised an eyebrow as he regarded the can. With a small shake of his head he glanced up at her. She pulled her hat low over her face as she felt it go hot, and turned away.
"Ahem," Hana cleared her throat. "Yeah, it's an official jet. I pulled some strings so I could use it. It's faster than a standard passenger plane. Usually it's for VIPs and stuff."
"Which, I point out, you are," Brian grinned as he shook his can a little. He took a long pull from the can, his eyes widening slightly. Pulling the can away from himself, he looked at it with appreciation. "Hey, pretty good!"
"Of course it is!" Hana sat up straight, giving him as arrogant a look as she could manage. Which was pretty arrogant. She practiced. She was a after all. "I wouldn't market a crappy brand!"
"Hmm," Brian smirked at her again as he opened a cupboard. "Not like that instant pizza mix that gave a couple hundred people scurvy?"
"Hey!" Hana jumped to her feet and stormed to the boy, swatting him on the arm. "It wasn't scurvy! It was….salmonella…."
"Ack!" Brian stumbled back, clutching the arm she struck in mock pain. "I give! Salmonella is so much better!"
"Grrrr….." Hana's eyes narrowed as her cheeks puffed slightly. Her fist sat on her hips as she glared.
"If the Miss has a moment?" A door from the front section of the plane opened, allowing….Sanderson? To enter. The man had an irritatingly pleased smile on his face.
"What do you want?" Hana deadpanned, turning her ire onto him.
"As the young Sir may have noticed, we do have Nano-Instant noodles as well as several selections of Nano-Chips," Sanderson's smirk actually turned even more devilish.
"Ah, yeah," Brian chuckled as he surveyed the cupboard full of Hana's face. "Did you guys pack this like this on purpose?"
"In a way," Sanderson nodded slightly. "This aircraft normally transports diplomats. As such, it is stocked to take advantage of Miss Song's overseas popularity."
"Makes sense," Brian nodded, closing the cupboards again. "Other than making Hana turn every version of red possible, what can we do for you?"
"Eep!" Hana spun away on her heel, her hands slaping over her face.
"I wanted to mention that while Miss Song was assisting in the rescue efforts, I took the liberty of stocking some of Numbani's more popular cuisine choices," Sanderson bowed slightly.
"Really? Like what?" Brian blinked, tilting his head."Numbani is a bit of a melting pot, so there are a lot of high end foods from around the world."
"Ah that is true," Sanderson smiled warmly now as he looked at Hana's back. "But knowing Miss Song as I do, I procured several pizzas from Soleto's pizzeria. It is featured in one of Miss Song's favorite holo-vids."
"Really?" Brian blinked in surprise. "Hana? I didn't expect you to be into reality vids. Let alone Pizza Wars."
"Oh for the…" Hana threw up her hands as she spun back around. "I'm not. Not really. It's...just when I realized you were in Numbani, I wanted to see more about the place, then I noticed that Pizza wars was in Numbani, so I started watching it."
"Hana!" Brain stepped forward, his eyes wide as he took Hana's hand in his, and pulling it to his chest, over his heart. "Do you truly love me so much?"
"W-wh-what?" Hana blinked furiously, stuttering over her words. The only thing keeping her from stepping back, and probably falling, was Brian holding onto her. "I...I mean..y-es...I...um….Brian...I need to prepare! I mean...Sanderson is here! I…"
"So much that you would watch such horrible reality vids?" Brian's eye fluttered as a wide shit-eating grin split his face.
Hana stood motionless for a moment, her brain spinning to catch up. Then her eyes narrowed as her face went boiling hot again. The hand Brian wasn't holding pulled back as a snarl crossed her own lips. Her foot planted firmly as her upper body rotated. Her fist arced wide, slamming into Brian's ear, and snapping his head around. Brian's body did almost an entire three-sixty as he dropped to the ground with a loud crash.
"Hmph!" Hana spun away from Brian's twitching body, her arms crossing over her chest.