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[Mamimi is clutching a bag of old bread]

Naota:
My brother, I mean - how much do you like him?

Mamimi:
It's hard.

Naota:
You saw the sign at our bakery, that bread's old.

Mamimi:
...Watermelon.

Naota:
Huh?

Mamimi:
Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining. Well, I like him more than hard bread.