Michiru couldn't deny the slight satisfaction she received from putting a damper on Kunzite's mood. It was petty, but it raised her own spirits just a bit.

"Perhaps you should state your intentions more clearly next time," she advised, standing from the table and fishing in her pocket for the coupon that would count as proper payment. Pulling it out and setting it down, Michiru placed the bowl of her half-eaten salad partly over the piece of paper to hold it in place. "It's been a pleasure dining with you."

She forced a polite smile, waved, and turned her back on her dining companion as she headed for the door.