"I can't do this anymore." Takumi says suddenly. He stares at the cookbook he was browsing with newfound insights.
"Can't do...what Takumi-kun?" Megumi asks cautiously, lowering her mechanical pencil.
Takumi leans back. "This." He repeats, emphasising the word by slowly spreading his arms out.
"This?"
"This. It's too much, Megumi-san." Takumi drops the book on the table. The chair makes an unpleasant scraping noise when Takumi stands up. "We're stopping. We're not doing anymore. We've been prepping for this damned theory test for too long."
"Well, I guess it has been a couple hours - ," Megumi's words die out when she turns to look out the window at the darkening sky. "O-Or maybe an entire day…."
"We deserve something. Something good for all this hard work." Takumi looks at Megumi, smiling broadly. "Want to make cookie dough and eat it?"
There's a split second where all Megumi can think about is food safety, salmonella, and hygiene. Then the second passes, and she's linking her arm with Takumi's offered arm.
"Gladly."
