[ Mafuyu puffs up her cheeks at that initial answer, but the second holds more promise. ]
What time does your dad go to bed? I can sneak out of the house after curfew.
[ And sneak to the restaurant, as she's imagining his dad to be this huge burly chef with a butcher's knife standing guard in front of the restaurant, ready to strike down on any unsuspecting person trying to get in on those samples. ]
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What time does your dad go to bed? I can sneak out of the house after curfew.
[ And sneak to the restaurant, as she's imagining his dad to be this huge burly chef with a butcher's knife standing guard in front of the restaurant, ready to strike down on any unsuspecting person trying to get in on those samples. ]