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"I have no idea," Autor admits, walking towards a booth and checking to see if she follows. "Preferably something with protein, to shoak up all the shugar. I have an idea for some foodsh you might like. Allow me thish time?"

"Y-you did the last couple of times," Mirai points out as she falls in step behind him. "B-but I guess I shouldn't be so reliant on the fund for minors..."

"It's a perfectly useful fund, and I'm glad you have it to rely on," Autor says, allowing her to sit before him. There's a television blaring a movie marathon, so he's tempted to sit down near her to watch it. He doesn't though, standing to hail a rat.

Autor thinks for a moment. What would Rae order?

After a shy grin at Mirai, he turns to the rat. "Two shpinach shaladsh with feta, two bowlsh of shquash shoup with rye bread, two--no, three servings of eggplant lashagna, and two bowlsh of hazhelnut gelato. Also some cheeshe for yourshelf," the boy says, and turns to her again. "Do you have a drink preferenche, Miss Kuriyama?"

Mirai leans a little over the booth and listens close to Autor rattling off the supper order, deciphering it through his fangs.

"Oh that... all of that sounds so pleasant. Ah, Italian soda would go with it? Maybe strawberry?"

She glances up to the television and points it out, going, "Ah, they're showing scary movies."

Autor sends the poor beleaguered rat off to the kitchens. "I've never had an Italian shoda. Shtrawberry sounds wonderful."

He tilts his head at the television. "Ah? 'Monshter-A-Go-Go'? Intereshting. Want to watch it together?" he asks, and then blushes the slightest bit. He points to the seat. "Um, do you mind?"

Mirai glances towards the tv before looking to Autor again. It wouldn't be very fair if she's the only one who gets to see the movie, would it? She scoots all the way to the wall of the booth, folding her hands on the table.

"I-is that enough space?"

"More than enough," Autor says, and seats himself on the edge of the booth to try and give her some--or at the very least respect what she's given him. "Can you shee the movie that way?"

"This is fine, b-but are you comfortable on the edge like that?"

It's around here that they receive the first part of their large, delicious meal.

"...actually, it might be easier to stay there to retrieve all of the food."

Autor nods, passing her the soda and salad. He scoots a little inward once they're more settled, but only to see the movie.

The Mystery Science Theater 3000 starts up, and Autor brightens. "Oh, I know this! They make fun of terrible movies. Excellent."

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"So Monster-A-Go-Go is going to be-?" she asks before the bots come on screen. ".......what?"

"Okay, so thish man and shome robotsh in shpace are the framing device for watching Monster-A-Go-Go," Autor starts, snickering at the three making cheese. "Which I asshume is going to be a terrible Halloween-themed movie. I have no idea what it'll be about."

"I wouldn't know what it'd be about from the title."

Mirai brings her salad closer and digs in, watching as they progress into the Invention Exchange.

"This is a regular thing? These parts with the robots? And they'll show the movie in the middle?"

But her bemusement disappears in the face of such good food.

"Mmhm," Autor says, following her lead with the salad. "The robots watch it with ush, and make commentsh.'

The movie starts out with a 'circus on ice', with a dry narrator straight out of 50s educational videos. Three dozen people in costumes glide across the ice, amidst the robot's snark.

Then come the two girls in tutus. "These two girls they make quite the pair," one robot sings, "They both come from your worst nightmare! They will haunt your soul forever! And now, when you see pink, you're gonna think, 'we're doomed!'"

Autor sniggers into his food, managing a grin at Mirai. "Like that."

It'd be funnier to Mirai if she hadn't just recently gotten how pink she really is. Her lip twitches a bit at it before she continues eating.

And Autor notes this.

The section on ballet skating amuses him as well, given his acquaintance with ballerinas.

"Too bad this isn't the age of talent," one of the robots says, and Autor smiles a little.

Monster-A-Go-Go proper starts, and a man staggers towards a nebula while a drumline plays. The credits roll, and the robots snark. "This is gonna suck."

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"Can you imagine if you were the kind of person who enjoyed this?!" comments another on the circus.

"At least they're as lost as us," Mirai comments as the movie starts. "How long did this run?"

She gives an undignified snort in her drink at the casual dismissal of the opening narration. So let's forget about it now, indeed.

"About an hour and a half, if I had to guess," Autor says, highly amused at her cute little snort.

The boy finishes his salad, and just in time, too. He reaches for his and her soups, and passes hers to her. Two government agents check out a burnt astronaut's reentry capsule on the screen, which doesn't look big enough to hold a person, setting up the plot properly.

"Douglas was pear-shaped, very short, and stood the whole way!"

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"Oh no, I meant how many seasons the show was on," she clarifies.

But then the loved ones find out, and young Jimmy is promised a nice big ice cream soda.

"Yeah, that solves everything!" comes the sarcastic quip.

Mirai slowly turns her head and stares at Autor, contemplating.

And Autor blushes. Horribly. "Would you rather have had a purple cow instead of an Italian shoda?"

"......no, that's not it. It's... They're all food. Or drink. That's what you always offer me."

Autor recalls his graph of appropriate levels of affection, his drunken attempt to make her comfortable, and how she'd said it was accurate.

"Oh. That's becaushe I know it has a high chanche of being accepted," Autor says, adjusting his glasses. "I... I could offer you other thingsh, if you wanted them."

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"Well yeah. I don't think I'm ever really going to say no to food unless I'm just not hungry at all..."

And she did agree that it's easier to accept than the other things on there.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just making things worse for myself if that's all I'll take. B-but I don't know what else I can take."

"I don't get you," the host segment pipes in.

"I wanna like you, but I just don't understand where you're coming from," one robot says to the other, and Autor tries to ignore it.

He pushes his soup away and laces his fingers together, gaze fixed on her. "Pleashe don't take anything from me that you're uncomfortable taking," he says, trying to be serious with a lisp. "If you want me to shtop, for any reashon, shay the word and I'll shtop."

Mirai sighs, glancing towards her lap.

"It's not even that," she admits. "It's that... Autor-senpai, are these things enough?"

She throws her hands up in front of her when she realizes how that sounds.

"A-and when I say that, I don't mean that you're not doing enough! I mean, i-is it all right for food to be enough?"

"Tom? I don't get you."

"Nobody does. I'm the wind, baby."

Mirai wrenches her head back to the tv at that with a, "Wait, what were they saying?"

And now Autor's confused. "Wait, what?" he murmurs, but doesn't try to get her attention yet, not until he thinks he knows what she means.

Not that I'm not doing enough, but that... is it enough for me? he thinks, furrowing his brow. I'd better check.

"He's shriveled up like a dried prune!" the inspector on the screen says, revealing a dead body. The robot chirps, "Like a drag queen?"

"Missh Kuriyama?" Autor asks, taking his soup back. "What do you mean, is it enough?"

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