Eventually, Kyouko and Yuma walk over, Yuma looking contrite, but still clutching the redhead's hand. Out of costume, it's easy to see just how painfully thin Kyouko is, which her costume had disguised to an extent. "So. Your treat, your pick," she prompts you.
You shrug. "I'm new here, remember?" You check the small stash of money you have, and raise an eyebrow at her. "A McDonald's, maybe? Or something else not too expensive?"
Kyouko shakes her head, ruefully, her massive red ponytail rippling behind her. "I can't even tell if you're naive, stupid, or seriously intent on getting on my good side anymore," she comments. "OK, my choice, huh? I... guess I'll try to pick a place that's not too expensive."
She leads the way, walking along the road instead of taking to the roofs. To accommodate for Yuma, or so you presume. The redhead gives you a few sidelong glances as you walk along, her eyes seeming to linger on your slingbag, and the too-loose shirt. You simply raise an eyebrow at her when you catch her looking.
The three of you finally arrive at a cheerful McDonald's restaurant. There's only one problem.
"Long queue," you observe drily, while standing in said queue, which stretches out of the restaurant and spills out onto the sidewalk.
"What'cha expect? 's nice and affordable," Kyouko responds. "Delicious food, too, really."
"Hunh," you say, meaninglessly.