[ Makoto's eyebrows rise up as he watches the young woman pile a plate high with the dessert pastry, dismayed to see her keep going with no end in sight, while also being a bit impressed. Moving a little closer down the table, he stops opposite, making to grab for the pizza dish beside her. ]
You really like sweets, huh?
[ There's something vaguely familiar about her, too... ]
Dessert Pizza
You really like sweets, huh?
[ There's something vaguely familiar about her, too... ]