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[Seriously...maybe they should run a place together. How popular would that be.

And don't feel bad about that...that's such a silly thing to feel bad about. He likes salad? They make dinner sized salads you know! And he enjoys side dishes too? Relax brother.]

A relief, that. I'm not entirely sure how I would feel if salads weren't consistent.

[Like that'd be weird...and upsetting. Salads are delicious.]

[Where would they get the ingredients though...it wouldn't be authentic...]

I guess that would be a little weird...I mean, it's a pretty basic concept.

[Maybe they could learn how to make some of them...? God where is Hanamura when you need him?]

Exactly.

[Sure you can make them more complex, but the basic components are so simple...]

...then again, I suppose I wouldn't be all that unsettled. Sometimes my mother was capable of making salads completely inedible...

[Usually when she tried things like wilted salads, or tried to add things that just.............do not..............belong in salads............]

...how do you fuck up something like salad?

[He knows Gundam's mom is apparently a terrible cook, but...even he can make something as simple as a salad with no issue! It's not that hard!! How shitty of a cook do you even have to BE...]

As with most dishes, sometimes she would feel the need to add ingredients that did not belong to ensure I was consuming enough nutrients. Usually raw dishes like salads were not so much of a problem, but sometimes it would worry her. Other times she would attempt recipes that involved wilting the salad, meaning it involved cooking.

[She was Doing Her Best...]

Once I began yearning for vegetarian options, she became especially worried and would alter nearly everything she made to try and make up for the protein, vitamins and acids I was no longer consuming...

[He grimaces.]

Wilting a salad? That sounds disgusting, you're telling me that's actually something people make? On purpose?

It is, though I cannot truly attest to whether or not it's any good. Supposedly, when created by the right chef, it is very enjoyable. But the way my mother managed to turn it into...

[What's the word he's looking for here...]

...bitter mush...makes it rather unappetizing. Combined with adding fruits and other vegetables as well as nuts, seeds, supplements, even things such as honey...

[The look on his face makes it seem like he's reliving this particular food trauma. Do you know how bad that is, Fuyuhiko? A bitter, mushy dish with crunchy or sweet elements, or bitter supplements, or syrup.........he may have shuddered just a little bit there.]

I hesitate to actually try it made by anyone else.

[Like...there are not many things he isn't willing to try but that one thing in particular...]

[Fuyuhiko looks doubtful. It really just doesn't sound like there's any way to make something like wilted salad taste good.]

[But he can tell that this is clearly a distressing topic for Gundam, so he's not going to keep commenting on that. Please don't have a mental breakdown in the middle of the restaurant, kyoudai. HE'S SORRY HE BROUGHT THIS UP.]

I...see. [Oh god how does he salvage this conversation. How can he shift the topic to something else without it seeming really obvious or awkw-- oh hey, their food is here. He's saved. Since they both have to thank the waitress and get their plates all settled, the conversation will automatically be reset once they start eating! Victory!]

[You might just be saved! Because yes, they do need to thank the waitress and settle their plates, though he does seem to hesitate a little once she's left and they're ready to dig into their food.

.......gonna...eat a fry or two first.]

I hope this is an acceptable method of celebrating.

[Here, look, he'll change it for you. Is this okay, kyoudai? It's not exactly a party...you probably had parties growing up, right?]

[Eat your salad, Gundam.]

Hm? [Oh hey, thank you for changing the subject for him. Fuyuhiko stops before biting into his burger, quirking a brow slightly at the question.] Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?

[He will! Just...give him a minute to recover.]

I wasn't able to offer you a proper gathering. [It's not said with any remorse or anything, since the were does seem satisfied with it, but still.]

After the ritual you and the others performed in my honor, and compared to what you surely experienced at home, something like this seems as though it might be lacking.

[Not only that, but it's his kyoudai's birthday! Gotta try and make it good...]

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Heh, don't worry about that, I don't mind. [He finally takes a bite of his burger, chewing and swallowing it before continuing.] To b honest, I'd rather have something small and quiet like this.

[Remember how he didn't really do anything at all for his birthday last year?]

No matter the occasion, gatherings with my family always end up getting...rowdy. So this is a nice change.

[Speaking of traumatic flashbacks...]

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[Okay but last year nobody knew about it, and he doesn't really seem like the type of guy who'd just broadcast that kind of information. Not because he wouldn't like a party (though apparently that might be the case?) but because Fuyuhiko just...isn't like that.

But Gundam knew about it and had the chance to throw him a party. But if this is good then he's happy. He takes a bite of his salad as the other explains.]

Mmm...and gatherings here tend to be no less rowdy, just likely not in the same manner as your family.

[Gestures at previous gatherings. Gestures to their every day life. Gestures at the people who would be available to attend a party for him. Gestures at the entire reason he decided to go with this instead.]

I'm relieved, in that case.

[He could take or leave a party. He wouldn't bitch if Gundam had gone that route, and obviously he's not bitching over the fact that he didn't. He's definitely not the type to broadcast it, though. Which is...why Gundam is the only one who knows still. And even that had been kind of an accident.]

......

[He's not so sure that's an accurate statement. GESTURES TO THE CHRISTMAS PARTY. That had some surprisingly Kuzuryuuian elements to it.]

Haaa...yeah, I guess you have a point. [He takes another bite of burger. Hey, let's not go any further down this road, shall we?] But yeah, nothing to worry about.

[They can certainly talk about something else instead, because he's satisfied with that answer. He nods, indulging in a few more fries and a sip of his soda.]

I suppose you wouldn't be interested in sharing a few drinks still?

[He always forgets that technically they're old enough to drink here. For as long as they've been here, that's still something he hasn't done, himself.]

...depends on what sort of drinks you have in mind.

Exactly what it implies.

[Fuyuhiko honestly. What kind of drinks do you think he's referring to? First of all they're "drinks", second of all what drinks are you uninterested in having? (Other than milk, but Gundam doesn't have a death wish so he'd never suggest that.)]

I do still possess that entire bottle of vodka back at the castle I need to do something with. I doubt any of us are skilled enough to try cooking with it.

[So drinking it seems like the next best course of action?]

Or if that isn't quite to your taste, we could visit an establishment that offers more variety. If you aren't interested, however, that's fine of course.

[But sharing drinks on your birthday seems like something to brothers should do? To him at least.]

[Ugh...listen. There was a slim chance maybe he wanted to go out for coffee? ...no, okay, he knew exactly what it was but he still asked anyway. Maybe to delay having to give an answer. Because this is the sort of thing two adult, male friends would do on a birthday. But...]

Yeah let's...definitely not cook with that. [Please let's not set the castle on fire? He likes it a lot.] But...maybe some other time. That's something we should do at night, right? I'm still having a little trouble drinking in my new form.

[It's hard to drink with a dog snout when you...uh. Don't want to lap things out of a bowl like a dog.]

Ah, right...somehow that slipped my mind.

[Of course he's having trouble with that...that cute snoot isn't very good for things that aren't dog-like. He doesn't look put out or anything about it, though maybe there's a tiny hint of disappointment in himself for forgetting about that fact.]

Some other time then, yes. I have that bottle tucked away as well, if you're truly worried about anyone deciding it would be a good idea to use it in their recipes.

[Or use it in other peoples' recipes.....]

Eh, I'm not too worried about it, but good that you did that. [He'd be more concerned if Ibuki were still here. She seems like the type to try and cook with fire.]

It's no big deal though, nothing to apologize for. I only got that form last month and since it apparently changes every couple of weeks, it's easy enough to forget.

[It cool, bro.]

[Yeah...Ibuki really is cause for concern...]

True enough. [Well now that that line of conversation is done...what next? Does he give him his gift now? Or should he wait until they're done eating? And if he's waiting, what should they talk about...?

Gundam takes a few bites of his salad to deliberate on the subject.]

[Probably wait, but it's up to you, Gundam! Fuyuhiko is taking advantage of the silence to make a little more work on his burger. He doesn't want it to get cold, after all. That's no good.]

Kinda hard to believe we've been here for a year now, isn't it? Feels like it hasn't been that long and that it's been way longer at the same time...

[The demon hums in reply at first, just taking a few sips of his soda before saying anything.]

Agreed...time moves far too quickly. It feels as though I haven't even properly adjusted to this new form yet, but at the same time it's almost completely natural to me now...

[It's amazing how quick humans can adapt to things...]

And yet, so much has happened, it seems almost impossible that it happened in just a year...

[Fuyuhiko laughs and then takes a sip of his tea.]

No kidding. Remember this time last year we were still living in that shitty ass motel? Some days I almost completely forget about that chapter of our monster lives...

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