"Where did you get this poster?" He reached out and pulled open Taira Sakurako's work pants pocket: "What kind of junk do you have in your pockets... why is there half a bag of chocolates in here? They're dirty and old. Why haven't you thrown them away?"
"None of your business," Taira Sakurako quickly covered her pocket and argued, "I have a use for all of these."
"Expired chocolate is useful?" Fushimi Rokukyo asked, squinting.
"Of course, what if I encounter a fierce dog blocking the way? Then the chocolate would come in handy; just throw it over, and the fierce dog would be poisoned by the chocolate."
After speaking, Taira Sakurako patted the poster on the table with her small hand to prove her point: "See, this is a placemat I casually picked up at a café, and the backside is a fireworks festival poster. I never threw it away, and now it's useful, isn't it?"
