Some people could always turn something serious into something ridiculous—like a certain Doma, or Katsura. But when it came to being a true idiot, Sogo Doma was willing to call Fake Hair the strongest!
Out of professional courtesy, the maid Yoshimi still smiled, though the stiffness of that smile was obvious. "M-Mr. Katsura, we can all cast magic on omurice."
"That's not it..." Kotaro Katsura shook his head seriously. "You may have cast magic every time, but the omurice never became any tastier. I know—it must be because I never won at rock-paper-scissors. Whenever I tried to give you all an enthusiastic hug, you always dodged..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Did Fake Hair actually believe maids could make omurice taste better? If they could do that, what would chefs even be for!?
"M-Mr. Katsura, all we give it is a little bit of our heartfelt feeling. When serving our masters, we put our whole hearts into it. If you don't feel that it tastes better, then perhaps... perhaps our feelings simply haven't reached you..." Maid Yoshimi said.
"Impossible..." Kotaro Katsura shook his head. "Then why is the omurice Nana brings me every time so much tastier...?"
Maid Yoshimi: #^_^
"Mr. Katsura, you actually came here to see Nana, didn't you?"
"No..." Kotaro Katsura shook his head. "I want to experience the heartfelt feelings of every maid, so let's play rock-paper-scissors, Yoshimi..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Fake Hair really had the nerve to say that! And rock-paper-scissors?
Maid Yoshimi: #^_^##
For some reason, Sogo Doma found the maid standing before him incredibly dangerous.
"Mr. Katsura, there's a punishment for losing at rock-paper-scissors..." the maid said.
"I know..." Kotaro Katsura said with his arms folded. "It's that Two Little Bees punishment, right? To be honest, ordinary people really can't withstand it..."
Sogo Doma: "..."