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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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[coursecorrect]

Dear Ritsuka,
I have a present for you, as a thanks for the chocolate you gave me before. Please let me know if we could meet somewhere, or if I should drop it off at your dormitory.
- Ryunosuke Naruhodo

[fujimaru]

[ ????? Huh. ]

Ehhhh, you didn't have to do that!
But we can meet somewhere!
Beach or diner?

[coursecorrect]

Let us meet at the diner. I'll see you shortly!

[ Presumably they met in person when Ryunosuke picked up said chocolate, so he leaves it at that. He waits around directly outside the diner all the same, holding a wrapped gift under one arm.

He's wearing a holiday sweater with mismatching pajama bottoms. ]

[fujimaru]

[ She is not currently on reindeer duty, so when she turns up at the diner, she is dressed like so. It's festive, but it's a lot more than just pajamas, because Ritsuka likes to seize the opportunity to dress cutely when she can.

When she sees him, she waves, trotting over. ]

--I hope you weren't waiting for too long.

[coursecorrect]

[ It's certainly an outfit that seems to suit her well, and Ryunosuke greets her with a bright smile before shaking his head. ]

Not at all!

[ He moves to open the door with his free hand, holding it for her so she can step inside. ]

[fujimaru]

Ehh, what a gentleman! Thank you.

[ She's got a bounce in her step, grinning at him before she steps in. ]

I gotta say as a preface, though, you didn't have to do a return gift for the chocolate. I did it because I wanted to.

[coursecorrect]

And I brought you a gift because I wanted to!

[ There's not even any telling that it will be a good gift, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?

He steps over to one of the booths and sets the gift down before sliding onto the bench. ]

[fujimaru]

It's nice of you, for sure. A lot better than our last go-around, right?

[ So far, no one has died in this gift-giving game. She thinks. (She hopes.) ]

[coursecorrect]

Yes! I think this game actually allowed me to get to know my teammates better. It hopefully means we'll be better prepared for what the future holds...

[ He nudges the gift toward her, across the tabletop. ]

You don't have to open it now, but you certainly can.

[fujimaru]

It's more fun opening with friends, right? Anyway, it's also been fun to see what the gacha comes up with. Thank you, by the way.

[ This isn't really a gachapon machine, but it's not UNlike that, in her opinion. So she's sticking to that, unwrapping the box carefully. ]

[coursecorrect]

Gacha...?

[ That's not a word he recognizes. Either way, the gacha comes up with edible bubbles for Ritsuka! ]

[fujimaru]

Don't worry about it. If you haven't been exposed to the horrors of gacha, then you should stay innocent.

[ Bubbles are more important than introducing him to the true horrors of blind box-style gambling. Of course the first thing she has to do is uncap the bottle to blow some bubbles. It's practically an obligation, getting something like this. ]

[coursecorrect]

That's quite an ominous thing to say, Ritsuka-san...

[ However, now there are bubbles! He's quickly distracted by that, watching them float out across the diner. ]

Could they really be edible?

[ Sholmes would love this. ]

[fujimaru]

Anything's edible if you believe enough.

[ Did she deliberately ignore the comment about ominous things? Possibly. Maybe she's just distracted by the bubbles, aiming a new stream at him. ]

Try taking a bite, I guess? I wonder what flavor they have...

[coursecorrect]

[ It feels a bit awkward, but when comes close enough he lifts up in his seat to try and catch it in his mouth. ]

Oh! It's sweet...

[ But it's some artificial flavor he's never had before (watermelon), so that's all he knows. ]

[fujimaru]

[ Sometimes... you've just gotta do the dumb thing.

At the comment, she considers, then sticks her tongue out so she can touch it to the wand. And then makes a face. ]

--watermelon, huh... I wonder if it comes in other flavors.

[coursecorrect]

Oh... do you not like this one?

[fujimaru]

No, no, I like it! It's a very summer flavor.

I just wanna see if you can make it into a weird soda, where you mix everything up.

[ This is one of the joys of having an iron stomach. ]

[coursecorrect]

Like that ranch dressing soda...?

[fujimaru]

...

Was that an option??

[coursecorrect]

Two of my gifts to others were, yes...

Minato might still have some?

[fujimaru]

That's horrifying, and yet, I kind of want to ask him if he does...

[ She sys it slowly, thoughtfully, the tone of a woman who knows this is a bad idea, but is also going to seriously consider this. ]

[coursecorrect]

D-do you really like things that purposefully taste bad?

[fujimaru]

I think if you're making something like that, you're fully aware of what you're doing. And therefore, you might as well lean as hard into the joke as possible.

[coursecorrect]

I don't understand why anyone would willingly drink it, though...