[ Sorry, Rin. That refusal comes without missing a beat, and Fuuta gives her a look like she's asked something silly, instead of the perfectly reasonable question it was. ]
My room doesn't even have a microwave, let alone a kitchen. What would be the point. And besides, even if I were in a better room, we're in a resort with a million restaurants -- cooking would just be a for-fun thing. No point.
[ This is so ungrateful, and also very unconvincing in the face of how Fuuta's face lights up a little bit when he's handed the bowl heaped with braised pork. It had already smelled good, but it's even more tantalizing when the warm-bowl's cupped in his hand like this. Fuuta pauses only to grab up the pickles before wandering over towards the nearest counter, then pausing. ]
You want me to go to the dining room? [ He would honestly be okay just eating here, but he's still a guest, so he'll abide by her rules ... ]
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[ Sorry, Rin. That refusal comes without missing a beat, and Fuuta gives her a look like she's asked something silly, instead of the perfectly reasonable question it was. ]
My room doesn't even have a microwave, let alone a kitchen. What would be the point. And besides, even if I were in a better room, we're in a resort with a million restaurants -- cooking would just be a for-fun thing. No point.
[ This is so ungrateful, and also very unconvincing in the face of how Fuuta's face lights up a little bit when he's handed the bowl heaped with braised pork. It had already smelled good, but it's even more tantalizing when the warm-bowl's cupped in his hand like this. Fuuta pauses only to grab up the pickles before wandering over towards the nearest counter, then pausing. ]
You want me to go to the dining room? [ He would honestly be okay just eating here, but he's still a guest, so he'll abide by her rules ... ]