“Miss my ass!” The blonde girl was still cranky from getting woken up. “I’ve had enough of this shithole though. I want to go sooner too.”2

“Hey, let’s continue to be friends once we’re there,” the auburn-haired girl suggested enthusiastically, pressing a finger to her chin. “Hm, let me think. We can open a coffee shop…”0

“What’s a coffee shop?” the blonde girl interjected.0

“Seriously? You haven’t dreamed of a coffee shop?”0

“Coffee is a beverage. It’s black and most tastes really bitter,” the black-haired girl explained. “Coffee shops make coffee.”0

“What is bitterness?” the blonde girl, the youngest among them, continued to ask. She had just developed taste not long ago, and she had only tasted sweetness and sourness in her dreams. She liked sweet things.1

“It’s strange.” The black-haired girl, on...0