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The meal was generally as good as I had imagined. It was called a cheek cutlet. That was chicken texture, and even rice and miso soup, just like anything I remember. It was very similar to that of a familiar Japanese fixer who occasionally stopped by when he had time on the outside. Fixed meals are the same as self-service, so maybe I'm just so illusory with the atmosphere.

The Japanese restaurant is a so-called chain store, and they've actually taken me there a lot since I was a kid. Cheap, fast and delicious. You used it a lot because you had all three beats.

Now that I think about it, I can tell that my father, who couldn't do much chores in his father's family, tried to feed me something delicious until I could cook quite a bit. I can't afford to be extravagant because of the cost of living. I think that's why that chain store was just fine.

Because it's such a memorable store, I thought I'd go somewhere different today and look for a store, but in the end I always chose an example Japanese fixer. I think I should already say it tastes like mumps.

So. Because I remembered the taste of such a thoughtful store.

"Meg......?

"Yum, it was..."

I almost cried. But I was able to weep. I squeeze out just that one word and start eating again so as not to worry the two people who look at me worryingly.

It's okay. I just missed it a little. You won't be able to go back, or I'm not thinking about that kind of pessimism. That's likely, though.

I'd rather be happy to taste that flavor here. Because this guild meal will taste familiar to me in this world.

"I'm so fucked!

It is very regrettable that it was my dinner plate that cut the cutlet for me because of it, or served less, but still left a little because it seemed to be a lot on this body. Dr. Rudd and Mr. Shrier ate the rest of it for me!

I feel like I can afford it, I'd rather have less... but I can't even drink alcohol. I wonder if the fun is in a few decades or something like that. Long way to go.

"Hehe, are you hungry?

"Aye! It was so good!

Ka-nari, it was a small amount, but I kept the two of them waiting a long time. My mouth is small, and I'm really going to be late. Even at lunch, Mr. Shrier was quickly finished eating and watching as I nicked eating. Wouldn't be so funny to look at, would you? I'd rather enjoy watching Mr. Shrier eat beautifully.

'Cause the way super beautiful people drink miso soup... it's surreal, huh? But you were all drinking with a spoon. It would have been more surreal if I had soaked it and drank it. I'm sure it feels the same as any other soup.

Speaking of which, I'm about the one who was drinking with a vessel. Is it going to be a violation of manners? But they didn't say anything and... maybe they took a big look at me because I'm a child.

"Meg eats very well. I barely spill it."

"I agree. I had a rough time with my nephew. I don't even want to concentrate on eating from start to finish... just start playing and walking along the way."

Well, I'm a contented adult. But I was praised for it, so I put my hands on my hips and stretched my chest.

"Ku......!!

...... hmm? Did you hear some weird groans? Looking around wondering, most of the people in the dining room were stuck at the table and shaking their shoulders. Hey, what is this, group food poisoning? Is that okay?

"... you don't have to worry about the people around you, Meg"

"Right. It's a normal reaction."

Looks like they both know what's causing this. But is it okay that you're not in a hurry?

"Hehe, you're really cute Meg"

"All the guild people are on your side. Don't worry."

That's what they said. Okay, okay, and the two of us stroked my head. I can't keep up with the story......! Chira, and when I looked around again, I looked at you all with envy. Good boy. Envious of being a good boy? It's a privilege for children! Huh.

Then we cleaned up the dishes together, and the three of us left the dining room behind. Somehow the people still in the dining room were looking at this one, so I waved and saw that it was good to be childish, and they all looked back at me with a good smile. Good people!

"So it's time to go to the infirmary. I have a bath, and I'm working the night shift today, so don't worry about it until morning."

When we got to the guild's hall, Dr. Rudd cut it out that way. Oh, well, Dr. Rudd will continue to work for you. I think it's tough. On the other hand, I feel safe with the word that you'll stay until morning.

Wow, the sleeper who comes suddenly. It's time to sleep. My eyelids are getting heavy. I'm really a kid around here. It's a luxury for me to go home after a change of date and go to work early in the morning and sleep when I get sleepy.

"Rest easy, Meg. I'll see you tomorrow, so you can be fine."

"... aye. Shrier, why don't you get some rest...?

"Yeah. Thank you. I'm going to be a little busy at work tomorrow, so please tell the receptionist if anything happens. Good night, then."

"I get it -. Have a good night......"

I'm sure this one still has work to do. I just added one word to say goodnight to Mr. Shrier so he wouldn't be forced. I don't think I've been able to hear more than half the story. As soon as my body realized that I was sleepy, drowsiness hit me even more and my thoughts didn't work well. But I think I could say hello.

"Let's just put up with it a little later, shall we? Let's take a bath and then go to bed."

"Ay......"

Manage to narrow down your response to Dr. Rudd's words. but hang in there, kid's body!

After all, Dr. Rudd moved me to the infirmary with a hug, looking at me at my flirtatious and unwavering feet. I fell into my dreams a few times in that little time. No, it's faceless. 'Cause there's a comfortable warmth and wobble with a hug!

The memories from that are a little vague. Maybe take a bath, maybe hum, then maybe change.

At the end of the day I walked into a futon of fudge and was tongued by Dr. Rudd, my consciousness was interrupted all the time.... Gu.