"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"The truth."
"Before this year, I hardly ever cooked for myself. I lived a life where food was simply served to me."
"Seriously... So you only started learning to cook this year?"
"No, I started learning by watching when I was in elementary school."
"From whom? Your mother?"
"My father."
"Hm~ So if Chihaya starts a family in the future, you'll be the one handling the cooking?"
"I actually like gentle, virtuous traditional women—oh, right. Get the most expensive beef and seafood. I'll make you a good dinner tonight!"
"You don't have to go that far..."
"..."
When they returned to their temporary hideout in Fujisawa, Futaba Rio was already waiting by the door.
"Yo, I bought you a pickled plum rice ball," Himemiya Chihaya said, waving at her.
"..." Futaba Rio gave him a somewhat disdainful look before asking Sakurajima Mai with concern, "Sakurajima-senpai, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Finding out that both you and Chihaya can see me has put me somewhat at ease."
"Let's go inside first. You two talk; I'll make tea and cook."
"Do you need help?"
"No. Patients should enjoy special treatment."
"Who are you calling a patient?!"
"Ow, ow... But Adolescence Syndrome sounds like the name of an illness, okay?"
"..."
At the dinner table, the three began discussing Sakurajima Mai's current problem.
Futaba Rio spoke first. "The worst-case scenario we guessed at last time has appeared. It seems that the final outcome of Sakurajima-senpai's condition is that not only will no one be able to observe and confirm her existence, but she'll also disappear from everyone's memories."
Sakurajima Mai's grip on her chopsticks tightened.
"Looks like it." Himemiya Chihaya nodded, pretending to be troubled.
"But there's still one more question."