The office had just been furnished with a desk, sofas for discussions, a water dispenser, a tea cabinet, a writing desk, oxygen-producing plants, and other amenities.
Holding a skewer of grilled chicken liver, Eriri stared at her "colleagues" with dead-fish eyes.
"So you specifically told us to come over after school at three thirty just to have a meal together?"
"What else?" Sitting at the head of the table, Luo Shu opened a can of herbal tea and handed it to Kisara beside him.
Hearing his answer, Eriri said resentfully:
"What do you mean, 'what else?' At least tell us beforehand! Suddenly coming here for a party without getting to take part in any of the preparations is no fun at all."
Utaha Kasumigaoka picked up a cooked meatball from the electric grill, blew on it, and gave her a sidelong look.
"I was wondering what you were complaining about, Sawamura, but it was just not getting to take part?"
"Of course!" Eriri puffed out her chest and declared confidently, "Unlike you, I've taken part in plenty of club activities, you know."
Utaha Kasumigaoka, who had been about to eat her meatball, froze.
Tokisaki Kurumi gave Eriri a rather surprised look, while Yukinoshita Yukino kept glancing over from across the table.
Even Kisara, who was still adjusting to human society, gave Eriri a strange look.
Was she sure she wasn't mocking Utaha Kasumigaoka for having no friends?
Just then, Luo Shu clapped his hands and gave her a thumbs-up from the head of the table.
"When it comes to unknowingly hitting people where it hurts, I'm willing to call you the strongest, Eriri."
"What do you mean, hitting people where it hurts?"
Eriri answered in bewilderment, then realized what he meant. With an "Ah," she looked at the expressionless Utaha