Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

At the time that the lunch break was about to end, I jumped into the captain's room.

"Captain, Captain! Try it!

Stick the sachet in your hand to the captain who was looking through the paperwork in the room.

We're taking a break, so let's take a good break!

I'd be happy to be the one to talk to you at last.

Above all, there's something I want you to eat now.

"What's that?"

"It's Brownie!

To the captain who looks at the sachet strangely, I screwed up.

It's not even as much a story as a story. I shouldn't say.

Because it's a masterpiece made with love and diligence!

"Did you make it?"

"Yes! I was under the supervision of the chef, but I made it all by myself!

Looks like it caught the captain's interest.

Even so, I can cook and make sweets more than just people.

When a mother likes to cook, it's something she tries to make her children do, too.

That's why I used to stand in the kitchen from my childhood, and the first time I cooked alone was in second grade.

Omelette and soup juice, was it? I haven't made the initial mistake of forgetting to add dashi since then.

"It's a confidence piece. Eat and feel."

I pressed the sachet against the captain.

Get it out of the bag, yes. Uh, but I'm sure the captain won't honestly eat it, like he did last time.

Then you'd better have them eat whatever you want.

The important thing now is for the captain to eat and get his thoughts.

"If you say so much, I'll have it."

That said, the captain takes one brownie out of the sachet.

Chocolate brownies cut into bite sizes.

Yeah, it looks perfect too!

"That's good."

Eating one, the captain let down his mouth.

You can tell in one shot if you look at your face that the sentiment isn't a lie.

"Great, I wondered what I would do if it didn't fit the captain's mouth"

She said she didn't hate sweets, but she still likes them.

For once, I think the brownies are sweet and taste easy for a man to eat.

That's what I was able to do because of all the ingredients.

"There's something in there."

The captain, who was eating three or four, drops his gaze on Brownie as he realizes.

"It's an orange peel. Orange and chocolate go great together!

Well done. You said it.

Hmm, and I explained with a good face.

Even lemon peels aren't bad, but I guess orange peels are my preference. It's more common that way.

Of course, there's a classic in the classic, walnuts in it. Walnuts are essential for brownies, aren't they?

Or I'm surprised that the world here usually has the same ingredients. That was a delightful miscalculation.

"Can I have this all?

"Ah, yes. I've already handed it out to the kitchen people, and it's for the captain."

It's a brownie I made for the captain to eat, but the chef who directed it and the people who chilled it around me ate freshly made it.

You can make a lot of brownies in one go.

If I give it to all the captains, they won't be able to come in for dinner this evening.

I don't think it's very sunny to call it a handmade treat.

By the way, it was pretty popular with the kitchen folks. That's true, because we're all just cooks and our tongues are fat...

"Thank you so much for your help, Captain, and I was hoping I could thank you for something. I made it with daily thanks."

smile, laughing and I say.

Thank you, I have told the captain many times in words.

But that's not enough. I'm not convinced.

If there's anything I can do, too.

So what I came up with was a handmade treat.

"Something you don't have to worry about."

"I care. Thanks for everything!

Humans. Any time, you shouldn't forget to be thankful.

As the captain of your job, protecting people, maybe you think it's your duty to take care of me.

Looks like the burden of first contact is pulling the rest.

So if I was sweet about it, the captain's burden would just increase.

Don't take it for granted that I should be thankful.

"You've changed."

Phew, and the captain's expression soothes.

Oh, that's my favorite look.

The moment you lose the wrinkles between your eyebrows and become a gentle face.

... just a little, thrilled.

"You want some too?

That's what the captain says, take one brownie out of the bag.

I tasted it, but you haven't eaten that much.

Ugh, watching makes me want to eat. I love sweet things.

"I'll have it!

So without hesitation, I decided to have it.

The captain paks me with the brownies he has.

It was cut into bite sizes, so you can eat it without having to.

Intense chocolate sweetness and a refreshing orange aroma that spreads through your mouth.

"Yeah, it's delicious after all ~. I won't tease you if you're self-admiring"

You can say it's a big success, this is it.

The head chef couldn't give me a crude kime or something.

I was just a college girl, and I'd be surprised if I could make something to wear professional glasses.

"... you"

"To?"

For some reason I get a deep deep sigh and I do it right.

What is it, Captain?

What the hell are your hands doing floating in that universe?

That, did something, me.

Think back to what you did last minute and realize if.

Oh, maybe, Captain, you were trying to hand it to me!

Shit, I ate like that!

What if I'm more 'yes ahem'!

I didn't mean to tell the captain!

"Uh, sorry?

In the meantime, it's like my fault, so I'll apologize.

"Yes, ahem," I didn't mean it at all.

I just couldn't think of the idea of being handed to me in the first place.

... worse, that.

My hands, which were stiffened while I was eaten brownies, are moved.

The hand came straight to me.

As I somehow followed the movement with my eyes, my extended fingers slowly glanced at my lips.

Heh!? heh, heh, heh, heh! What are you going to do!?

I feel so fiercely ashamed of this...!

Is it the process of kissing or something? Really, Captain?!?

When I'm confused, my fingers go away as if nothing had happened.

When I looked closely, I was pinching a cuss of brownies.

Oh, I mean, you tried to take that.

So you didn't mean anything by it.

I'm kind of tired......

"And then you eat."

"Huh? But I made this for the captain."

The captain pushes the sachet on me, and I'm confused.

There's still nearly half a brownie left in the bag.

I was eating it looking delicious until just now, and suddenly what's wrong?

"... now, sweet things are good"

Distract yourself from me, and that's what the captain said.

Something, like swallowing the words you really wanted to say and choosing another.

There was such an unclean nuance.

"... Enough already"

The sighing words resonated heavily in my mind.

Captain, I wonder if sweet things are a little good pie.

Or was it too sweet, Brownie?

I made it for sweetness and thought the captain would eat it.

I don't know, I guess I wasn't happy for you.

... repay, I wonder if it's a failure.