"What's this, fourth night?"
"Fifth."
Ami heard the disapproving noise and chuckled. Mako always took Mizuno-san's busy schedule personally.
"What's for dinner?"
"Sandwiches, probably."
Mako groaned. "Not again."
"It's fine."
"A giant brain like yours needs REAL food."
"I'll make something better tomorrow."
"No you won't. You'll study and forget to eat. Again."
Ami didn't have a response.
"I'm making you dinner."
A glance at the clock showed almost 9pm.
"It's too late…"
"You're right."
Mako burst in, cell phone under her chin, still-warm containers in her arms, and a smile lighting her face.
"Did somebody order dinner for two?"