Miku tugged on her earlobe, embarrassed. "I hope that you like it." Their awkward silence was broken by the waitress, who put their salads and bowls of chilled soup down before them and bustled away.

The salad didn't look horrible, surprisingly. The meat was seared and cut into pleasing, thin slices that made the most of their slightly pink interior. While Miku couldn't recognize even one of the vegetables, their crispness and bright coloring made her feel at ease. Even if she wasn't sure a salad should have hot pink vegetables in it. "...You first."