Chapter 96 | Unmistakably a Baka Couple
Me, Dahlia, and Rika are at a coffee shop.
It’s a very nice place in front of the station.
The waiter, who looks like a Russian mafia, puts a parfait on our table.
The Russian mafia-looking waitress puts a parfait on our table…
“What is this?”
Rika looked astonished.
I was surprised too. Dahlia was the only one who sighed.
“S-Shin-chan, what should we do? I didn’t expect it to be this big.”
It’s a parfait as big as Rika’s breasts.
Sexual harassment? Yeah… it’s sexual harassment, yes.
In a bowl as big as the palm of your hand, vanilla ice cream is piled high, all the way to the bottom.
On top of the vanilla ice cream, there was a mountain of whipped cream, and then the mocha ice cream was piled on top of it like an enemy of the parents.
“Moreover, even though it’s a parfait, it’s all ice cream…!”
“It would be fine in the summer, but it’s winter.”
“W, what should we do, Shin-chan?”
Hmmm…
She doesn’t seem to be in much trouble?
Rika is looking at me.
Is she asking me to be spoiling her?
“I can’t help it, let’s eat together then.”
“Eh! It’s okay!”
Rika’s smile is amazing.
Oh, I knew it.
I knew you wanted to do this.
Dahlia had told me before ordering.
She said the amount of food was too much.
She asked for it because she wanted to eat it together with him.
Why didn’t she just say so from the beginning?
“Okay then, Shin-chan, Shin-chan♡Yes, ah♡”
She scooped up a spoonful of mocha ice cream and cream and offered it to me.
I take a bite and… yes, it’s delicious.
The mocha ice cream has just the right amount of bitterness combined with the sweetness of the cream.
Both the ice cream and cream are rich and delicious.
“Well then, Shin-chan!”
“Eh…same spoon?”
Rika hands me the spoon she just used.
Oh, no…!
“Oh, can we ask for a new spoon?”
“No, ♡ please use this one.”
“Oh, no, that’s not sanitary. The spoon I used.”
She took the spoon in her hand, took a mouthful, and held it out to Rika.
“I can’t believe you’re sharing it like this…Yes.”
‘Aaan♡n~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡’
Rika closes her eyes, flaps her legs, and takes the spoon from me.
Then she scoops it up again and gives it to me.
“Rika, let’s get a new spoon after all.”
“Ah ♡”
“Uh-oh.”
Snap.
“Is it good?”
“Yeah, yummy.”
We laugh.
No, no, no, but it’s still unsanitary.
“I’ll have to get a new spoon.”
“Ah ♡”
“Yes, ahhh.”
Dahlia sighs tiredly at this exchange.
Then, a Russian mafia waiter comes in with a new spoon.
“Yes, please use this spoon.”
“Oh, no, thank you for the spoon. These people are a couple of idiots.”
Chuckling, the waiter leaves.
No, no, no.
“Bakauples are like that.'”
“No matter how you look at it, it’s like that. Mouu…”
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I have been married for years, and the only utensil I share with my wife is the spoon when we have to sneakily eat ice cream or the kids want some. One "feeling a little out of it" turns into two people missing work. No one with kids got any time for that, just use two spoons.