Cato
I can tell when something is made with love.
What does it mean, you may ask?
You tell by the care with which the food is made, for the sole purpose of being served to others, and made with the desire to see those who eat it fulfilled, figuratively and literally.
It's like soul food on this side of the world, amazing, and comforting.
This feast, as we're wrapping it up, is a prime example.
Like hugs on a plate.
I wash down the last vestiges of my meal with my iced water, setting down the glass as my friends finish up their meals.
"Wow..." I utter.
"Awesome, huh?" Michiru asks, turning to me in her satisfaction.
"Invigorating."
"Told you..." Nazuna adds.
"This is, hands down, the best meal I've had in a bit." I say.
"Tell it to Mr. Kuro. He's the one who made it." Michiru replies.
"Definitely will."
I then look at my 'Firebull' bottle, the substance looking like a light orange soda or Indonesian Jamu Juice (basically a turmeric/ginger tea).
I pop open the moonshine-like top and give it a whiff.
I have to suppress some recoil at the distinct stinging sensation of the abundance of ginger.
Michiru notices.
"Yeah, wait until you try it." She chuckles.
As much as I want to at this very moment, I suddenly get an idea.
I know I haven't done this in a while...
But...
Now I feel as if I could give it a chance...
For the first time in almost half a year...
Albeit slowly, I hold out my bottle for a toast.
The girls notice it.
"Didn't know we were having toasts this soon." Michiru laughs.
"I guess you could say I found myself in toast-worthy company." I say.
"Aw." Nazuna put her hand over her heart.
"For friends, family. For brothers, and sisters in arms." I declare.
She and Michiru take their drinks and hold them up.
"Cheers!" The girls chant, touching them together.
I chuckle, being filled with a feeling I can only describe as nostalgia.
"Vitae." I join them in the toast, clinking our glasses together.
(It means 'For life')
It's just like how we used to be...
While the girls drink their tea, I drink from the bottle.
Suddenly, my senses are slightly overwhelmed the overabundance of citrus and ginger flavor.
Tastes more like a mixture of the aforementioned orange soda and Jamu Juice, just without the turmeric flavor.
Spicy...yet strangely familiar.
When I lower the bottle, and exhale, the burning sensation goes through my nose, causing me to cough slightly.
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