Cerealia Inbox

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Nonon Jakuzure's Inbox


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[cardboard_journalism]

Don't forget your chopsticks! It's a pain-and-a-half to just drink it straight from the cup.

[offers it with her other hand]

[shikisha]

Wait a second!

[ She snaps them up, but does nothing with them right away except wave them in the other girl's face. Face slot. ]

Are you seriously not making ANYTHING with the newspaper?!

[cardboard_journalism]

--Hey! Don't do that! You're going to put someone's eye out! Probably mine!

Huh? You mean, besides the quality journalism Cerealia now enjoys? Kahk kahk kahk.

[shikisha]

I expected an actual dinner! With waiters or at least a menu!

[ She's so let down here. Not going so far as poking the box. Not yet. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaahk! Well, hold on! How much do you think the average staffer gets paid at my paper?

[Scuttlebutt didn't know the math off the top of her head, but the median wage was probably zero.]

How fancy a place are we talking about, here?

[shikisha]

More than zero!

[ She definitely counts cup ramen as zero. ]

I would have even accepted McCeres!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaahk! Cup ramen doesn't sell for zero credits!

[she sighed]

...I guess if you want to 'save up' your payments, I can buy you one good dinner for every certain number of articles...

[shikisha]

It might as well!! There's no nutritional value in those things!! A girl like you should eat better than that!

[ Somehow she imagines it's all the other girl eats. So just like that she unceremoniously drops the cup into a trash barrel and takes the other girl's hand. Just going to pull her along without asking. ]

We're getting actual food.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaahk! What are you, my mother?!

[bingo]

'We'? We, who?

[she'd... pull back a little]

[shikisha]

If you need a mother go talk to someone else.

[ She is no one's mother!! But she stops when Myriam holds her back, turning her head and glaring. ]

You. And me. Obviously! Just how thick is that box?

[cardboard_journalism]

Thick enough to preventing eating while wearing it!

[shikisha]

So? Take it off. We'll go somewhere dark.

[ ...Nonon really has no idea how important that thing is to her. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

No way! Executive veto! Out of the question!

[shikisha]

You can't veto!!

[ Nonon's already made up her mind. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Sure I can! I'm the editor! Sss, sss, sss! Also, the publisher.

[try arguing with that!]

The only way I'm going out to eat is if it's takeout or there's a private room for one and the waiter only comes in to leave the food and then comes back to get it only when I call and say it's okay.

[shikisha]

[ She won't, but she also won't admit she's lost. ]

Everything with you is pulling teeth. Fine, we'll get take out. There's a place near here Ryuko and I get food from all the time.

[cardboard_journalism]

...Really?

[guess she couldn't argue with that. But Nonon taking Scuttlebutt to a place she went with Ryuko...?]

...Well, all right then.

[shikisha]

[ WOW ITS NOT A DATE JUST DINNER

She's going to let go of the other's hand though, for now, leading the way. ]

It's just a place that actually makes good salads and burgers. You're American right? You must eat hamburgers.

[cardboard_journalism]

Is this another stereotype? Kahk kahk kahk. Yes, hamburgers are acceptable.

[shikisha]

...Obviously. Don't Americans just eat hamburgers all the time?

[ As if Nonon would care about how it might be wrong to stereotype. She's leading the way still, walking along path of the park out to the street. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

I think we'd run out of cows if that were the case.

[following!]

[shikisha]

So what do you even like? And you can't sup cup ramen.

[ Across the street and onto the sidewalk, amongst a few aliens and other people, Nonon leading the way easily. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk... I didn't say I disliked it or anything.

[shikisha]

Then what do you normally eat?

[ Oh hey look they are there. At a place that literally has a terrible looking neon sign that has three frames of animation of an astronaut eating a hamburger. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

... y'know... just whatever I feel like.

[time to change the subject!]

So, uh... This place is good? Kahk kahk kahk.