“It’s efficient!” Aqua pouted.
“KAZUMA, YOU PERVERT!” Aqua’s voice shattered the stealth.
Aqua dropped her water bucket. Her face, usually flushed with either booze or indignation, went pale. “Eris… pudding? That flat-chested, goody-two-shoes goddess has her own dessert?”
“It’s selling out faster than Aqua’s bar tab,” Megumin added, relishing the chaos.
A puff of smoke.
Kazuma sat down in the dust, head in his hands. They were supposed to be the heroes who defeated the Demon King. Instead, they had just committed a war crime over dessert.
“No. We’re not spending our last eris on a rival goddess’s pudding,” Kazuma deadpanned. “Besides, pudding is pudding. We have a cabbage.”
“Megumin! Now!” Aqua screamed.
He took the spoon, ate a single bite, and for one glorious second, everything was perfect.
