I thought the idea was to bully her into trying other stuff in the first place, and MikoBurger was the one that was cheaper and didn't require us to get fancier outfits, which would then have Harami questioning us about why we didn't go to that place in the first place and then she'd look at us all >:< like and then we'd be sad at first then realize how cute she looks like that then we'd be HNNNGH and then die and the game would end.
[dammit how'd you predict the 'so moe i could die' ending now i have to come up with something else :<]
>How much do WE eat seafood? We need to act natural to avoid suspicion ourselves...
>Are there any fish filet items or the like on the menu?
Even better compromise would be to get an order of that to share! In addition to the other stuff, of course. It's an unexpected selection of food 'quality' for a Royal, even if it's still technically seafood-based. Still, it's a potential risk...
>You're smart enough to keep a well-balanced diet when you can afford it, so no-one'll be expecting you to ravage the fishmarkets.
>You can get Harami some fish sticks as part of the kids' meal. Hopefully that'll be enough to keep her from stamping out the place in a huff.
Awesome Harami's never going to trust us ever again.
> Let's start off small for Harami. "I'll take the #1 combo, and she'll the kids' MikoMiko Burger Meal."
She accidentally the whole kids' Burger Meal?>"Number one combo and a kids' Mikomiko Burger Meal that'll be 850 yen please."
Harami slips you a note, and you place it on the table. It's a 1000 yen bill - or at least a good enough imitation that the attendant is fooled.
"OK here's your 150 change go find a seat
can I get a number one combo and a kids' Mikomiko Burger Meal?"
She calls out to the cooking staff behind her, who promptly get to work. Harami walks off to find a table for you both to sit at, and a few minutes later you sit beside her with two bags in your hand. You offer her the kids' meal, and promptly start working your way into yours.
>Harami pulls out the burger in her own bag. She seems thankful that it's smaller than yours. She sniffs at it once or twice, struck by a wave of smells she doesn't recognise, and pouts as she looks up at you.
"Are you sure these are edible? Maybe I have a different physiology from you, and..."