Manami, carrying a basket for herself, followed alongside Keita as they traversed the shop. Out of respect for his troubles, she opted to not pursue further argument of his alleged slacking, but she would not let the matter die. There was always tomorrow to remind him. Again.
Her basket was considerably less full than Keita's, with only a few condiments occupying a corner of the container.
She tilted her head in his direction at the sudden question, obviously not expecting such a thing. She... was not a consumer of curry, so finding an answer was difficult. She had a preference for chicken, but did that go with curry at all? How relevant was April to the equation? Was there even an objectively wrong answer...?
"...You should go with whatever appeals the most to you," Manami gave her evasive reply with the air of someone delivering great wisdom. Adjusting her glasses with her free hand, she offered a stiff smile to Keita, "After all, onlu you truly know your own taste."
Her basket was considerably less full than Keita's, with only a few condiments occupying a corner of the container.
She tilted her head in his direction at the sudden question, obviously not expecting such a thing. She... was not a consumer of curry, so finding an answer was difficult. She had a preference for chicken, but did that go with curry at all? How relevant was April to the equation? Was there even an objectively wrong answer...?
"...You should go with whatever appeals the most to you," Manami gave her evasive reply with the air of someone delivering great wisdom. Adjusting her glasses with her free hand, she offered a stiff smile to Keita, "After all, onlu you truly know your own taste."