There's a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue, ready to be let loose, but Suguru swallows her words at the last minute, turning away to think. The food has helped make her less agitated and snappish, and the red wine has mellowed her mood somewhat. She could go for an entire bottle, though.

She hadn't let Satoru sit on her bed to eat her food, not wanting crumbs on her sheets later, and now she almost regrets that. They're too close together, sitting on the small couch in the room, food spread out over the table.

Suguru grabs one of Satoru's fries.

"I get the first option to veto it, if it doesn't turn out well or your weird is too weird." Suguru's sound is much less experimental, and she's less willing to take such risks, especially after her biggest risk was walking away from their group. She's got a faithful audience, adoring fans who like her sound and her attitude, and she's done her best to keep giving them what they want from her. "But I'm willing to hear your idea."

She wants to debut the song in roughly twenty-four hours. What a time to be reconsidering it.