"...How's your plate?" Esther asks as I take a bite of the pasta. It has a fun shape like a soft, well-formed screw, with a delicious sauce and several tasty vegetables.
"It's very good, though now that I'm eating it, I miss chicken. It would be perfect." It would be better with chicken, though I didn't want meat today, so I can't really complain.
"You'd look funny with a haircut that shape." When she says this smiling, I imagine how I'd look. I'd end up looking like one of those Ojou-sama from games who seem to have hair shaped like a drill.
"I prefer to keep my hair straight, hanging down. The strands spreading naturally are prettier for me," I say, confident in my beauty. When it comes to this, I know what's best for me.
"That's great, but trying new hairstyles would be interesting..." she says, drinking from a cup with a red liquid, which I imagine is blood with lots of sugar.
