…in which the trio goes to a seafood restaurant and the author cries about her lack of
ideas.
The trio walked into the restaurant hand-in-hand-in-crutch, Yukiho in the middle, and searched for a table.
"So, why do they call it seafood? Why not oceanfood?" Makoto wondered aloud. "I mean, most fish and stuff are caught in the ocean, right? So it should be oceanfood."
"How do you think of this stuff?" Sora sighed. "Seriously, I have never met another person like you, Makoto."
"Aw, thanks!"
"That wasn't a compliment."
"Oh…well, I dunno, I just kinda think about stuff. I mean, haven't you ever wondered the same thing?"
"No."
"Well, you should."
Yukiho giggled. "I've really missed you, Makoto-chan," she breathed. "How's your leg?"
"It's fine, really," Makoto insisted. "I should be able to walk on it in a couple of days. It wasn't too serious so it's relatively easy to fix."
"I'm glad," Yukiho said. "Ah, there's a nice table!"
The group sat at a table and began to look over the menu. Makoto almost immediately got out a pen and wrote "oceanfood" over all the places on the menu where it said "seafood", if not only to soothe her own mind. Satisfied, she folded up the menu and placed it aside.
"So…"
"Actually, a lot of seafood is really caught in the sea—"
"Sora, don't ruin my hopes and dreams."
"…what?"
"Oceanfood. It's oceanfood."
"It's not."
"Shut up, Sora. You don't know anything."
Sora sighed, apparently giving up. "So what will you be ordering, Ohime-chan?" he asked politely.
"The seafood special."
"OCEANFOOD."
"No, i-it's seafood…"
"IT. IS. OCEANFOOD."
"Why are you so stupid?"
"Sora, shut up."
A waitress approached. "Hi, what can I get for you today?" she questioned, smiling. Her eyes flicked from Sora to Makoto. Her smile flickered for a moment.
"I-I'd like the seafood special," Yukiho announced. Makoto's hand twitched, but she didn't speak out.
"I'll take the sushi. The squid kind of sushi," Sora told the waitress.
The waitress stared at him, then shook her head, cleared her throat, and turned to Makoto. "And for you, sir?"
Makoto flinched. "Ma'am," she corrected gently.
"Ma'am…ah…! I-I'm so sorry…!"
"Don't worry about it, I get that a lot," Makoto insisted with an awkward laugh.
The waitress blinked. "You're hot."
"…thank you…?"
"You're both hot. You and the guy."
"Seriously, why are all fanfiction waitresses flirts?!"
"STOP REFERENCING THAT!"
"Anyways," Makoto continued, "I'd like the oceanfood platter."
"You mean seafood platter?" the waitress verified.
"No, I mean oceanfood." Makoto nodded seriously.
"…well, actually it's seafood but I'll forgive you because you're handsome. Did you guys want drinks?"
"I'll take some green tea, please," Yukiho said.
"Just water," Sora insisted.
"Do you have strawberry smoothies?" Makoto asked.
"Yes," the waitress replied.
"Thanks. I want a mango smoothie."
"…alright, thank you. I'll be right out." The waitress gave a quick bow and hurried off.
"She called you a boy," Sora laughed.
"Shut up," Makoto snapped, crossing her arms in annoyance.
"That was hilarious."
"You're hilarious," Makoto retaliated.
"Your best friend is hilarious," Sora shot back, glancing at Yukiho, who giggled.
"This book is hilarious," Makoto countered.
"SERIOUSLY, CUT IT OUT!"
"I'm the master of fourth-wall-breaking! Leave me alone!"
The waitress eventually returned to the table with their food and they ate it. After they ate it, everyone went home.
"I still think it's oceanfood," Makoto grumbled at her own house much later.
"What?" her mother quipped.
"Seafood should be oceanfood."
"…whatever you say, dear."