- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
The bespectacled girl raised an eyebrow to Haru's response for a brief moment, before putting a hand to her chin, as though the question that asked her to confirm her assertion that the food was good made her pause for a moment. Was the food really good? Really really? The question hung in the air, or at least, Ayaka made it seem like that for quite a while, seeming to deeply pondering whether it was really good, as though she were just asked to solve a complicated theorem or asked some deep philosophical question.
Well, maybe all that was exaggeration, but even someone like Ayaka wanted her good fun.
"Hmm..."
...
Dramatic drumroll?
"Yes, it's good."
Well.
"I'm no expert in culinary arts, but macaroni is, in my opinion, something that is... quite difficult to mess up. I assure you, the meal is adequate," she spoke, adjusting her glasses and speaking like some amateur food critic, whilst denying that she was a critic, "Then again, I suppose it is contributed to myself not being a very picky eater, but all the same, it is a good meal."
Looking back, one could almost guess that the silence that was followed by the answer was Ayaka's attempt at teasing, taking advantage of one's anticipation and playing it up, dragging it out to give hesitation to the possibility that she would give the same answer, and then, well, give the same answer.
Perhaps it would be easier to tell that Ayaka was teasing, or at least, trying to, if she smiled more, but it was what it was. With that being said, she silently continued eating the food.