[ti]solo[/ti]Lunch Date

"Dad, you gotta get over it."

Brianna's voice was muffled laughter as they sat outside, sun bright. Between them were two portions of ramen. In cups. In English. Tarou had ordered something familiar- a pork miso buttered corn ramen. It was something he'd grown up on.

This was not it.

"Get over it?" He repeated, trying and failing to not sound disdainful. Which only made her laugh more.

"Yes! It's perfectly fine American ramen." She said, brightly, eating another forkful. They didn't- They hadn't even been handed chopsticks.

He didn't reply, and just scowled, Bria nearly choking on her noodles.

"Are you not gonna eat? You're going to just sulk?" She shook her head, and adopted an imperious expression. A disgustingly paternal expression. "This was 5,000¥, so you're going to eat."

5,000 yen. For drinks, another thing on his phone- all the signs proclaimed a free Freezer Stamp with purchase- and two cups of... whatever this was meant to be.

Tarou sighed at her. "You don't get to talk to me that way." He chided, picking up his... fork.

"Only you get to talk to me like that, huh?"

"Yes." The privilege of raising her, after all. Only he got to be the annoying parent.