The security guard, who had wanted to forcibly drag them away to avoid disturbing the diners, said softly, "Because it doesn't comply with the rules..."
"What rules?" Suzuki Sonoko was getting angry too. "Don't tell me you're using fake prize vouchers for false advertising?"
"Of course not." With things having come to this, the receptionist could only glare at the useless security guard. Under the curious stares of the other customers, she said in a low voice, "Please look at the voucher more carefully. It says right there, 'Not valid on Sundays or holidays.'"
"..."
Holding the free voucher, Mouri Ran squinted through a slight dizziness and examined it closely. Only then did she notice several lines of tiny print beneath the gaudy restaurant name—so small they were impossible to see without looking carefully.
[Note: This voucher cannot be used on Sundays or holidays.
If the restaurant is full at other times, we may also refuse to seat you at our discretion.]
"..."
Mouri Ran silently lowered her fist.
It really was their fault for not reading it carefully, but for some reason... she felt even angrier now.
The receptionist smiled ingratiatingly. "Would you still like to dine with us? If you don't mind, you can pay for the meal yourselves."
Suzuki Sonoko: "..." She really wanted to wave a hand grandly and declare, "I'm booking out this whole restaurant today!" But she vaguely felt that would make her some kind of sucker repaying spite with kindness... She stroked her chin, briefly caught in a dilemma.
Just then, another figure suddenly appeared beside them.
A smiling, plump middle-aged man walked over, rubbing his hands together. "If you don't mind, why not join our table? Uncle's treating!"
Conan: "?" What was he trying to do?
As he remained on guard, he