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“It's a family recipe! My mother got it from her mother who got it from... uh... her mother, I guess?”
Natsumi stared suspiciously at the dish Kinako had placed in front of her. Everything looked more or less normal, but the smell of it... She pinched her nose and held back a grimace of disgust.
“Really?” she asked. “Didn't you screw up on purpose so we could order instead?”
Kinako smiled innocently, but Natsumi couldn't believe she was innocent. She sighed as she reached for her phone to dial the number of their favorite restaurant.
“What a waste of money...”