“Come on. The food there isn’t horrible, but it isn’t the best either.” Affecting a pouting tone, I gave Shinji a pleading look. “Won’t you make me some alfredo? I haven’t had it in so long! Good food makes you heal faster, right?”
He smiled as he shook his head. “Okay, okay, I can do that. But why don’t you two go ahead on to Miho’s house? I’ll get the stuff we need and meet you there. You just got out of the hospital, so dragging you around a grocery store doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“Deal. Don’t forget the garlic bread!” I grinned.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He laughed. “See you guys soon.”
He turned and headed in the opposite direction, where his favorite store for Italian ingredients was. Miho and I took the tram so that we could get to her house in just a few minutes and save me
