[ Look at Mafuyu's hair and know that it would be the shortest braid, if it doesn't unravel right away. She reaches up to tug at a strand of hair as if imagining what it would look like to have flowers there, but then huffs in frustration and drops her hand. If the 7-year-old hadn't snorted, she would have, to get that point across. ]

When you win, you make friends! No one wants to be friends with a loser!

[ What are these passive motivations?! ...Alright, if that's what it'll take, Mafuyu will just have to give him that shojo life. ]

Fine— new terms! If you lose, you have to buy both of use a milkshake.

[ She might also break his arm. It's not sharing tea and dainty cakes in a cafe, but best case scenario, he's only down $10 and some pride. ]