"The Christmas season is here, so the sales of chicken are on the rise! Yes, we're here at Maruichi, known for frying up an entire chicken in the fiercely fought food wars of District 15. You might think Christmas means turkey, but chicken and other birds are gaining ground and the rush of preorders has forced them to build up some emergency lines."
The first to burst into tears was Index.
She held a hand to her mouth, collapsed to the side, and began wailing.
"Fgoumaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
"Index, I know how you feel, but let's try to maintain our ability to communicate!!"
As Kamijou tried to calm the girl, fifteen centimeter Othinus pressed her index finger against her temple.
"So this is what the Japanese idiom 'poison for the eyes' refers to. I thought you needed the thought-process of Japan's culture of shame to understand it, but now I understand all too well."
"Yes. As a god, receiving insufficient offerings is not exactly fun."
"C'mon, can't we start seriously worrying about dinner now?" asked Kamijou. "I know Birdway is in a lot of trouble, but doesn't that mean we need to be able to bring our A game!? …Ah."
Meanwhile Birdway gave an exasperated sigh.
"The amateur high school boy is one thing, but the rest of you are a grimoire library or a Magic God that was willing to kill herself for her ceremony. I'm pretty sure you can control your autonomic nerves and thus control your digestive system."