"Lovey-dovey from the very start, I guess," Shibasaki murmured mockingly. But her usual curiosity was undamped. "What are they doing?"
"Looks like Kasahara-san is peeling an apple, from one of the fruit baskets."
"What!?" Shibasaki gasped, and the two men looked at her strangely.
Komaki was the one who dared ask, "Is something wrong?"
"She's incapable of peeling a whole apple!"
"What, really?"
"Yes, really! It's always my job to peel apples and Asian pears! Her skills with a knife are only up to the task of cutting up a loaf of
sweet bean paste! I understand wanting to impress your boyfriend, but you've got to crawl before you walk! Start with an orange or something!"
"She'd have to start with an orange?" Komaki moaned along with Shibasaki. "...But it wouldn't be nice to intrude, either."
"Though bursting in right now might be the best thing for Kasahara."
"But what if we surprised her, and the knife slipped...?"
The three of them huddled in the doorway, talking it over. A passing female nurse looked at them oddly.
Komaki and Shibasaki both smiled disarmingly as she went by, but Tedzuka looked guilty. "You've got a long way to go," Shibasaki snickered at him.
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