Halfway through taking in a breath before she continues to ramble about crepe shops, Ann pouts. "Like, a normal amount!" she says. "I just like some variety in where I get it from." Plus she really, really hates being in her empty house all alone. Wandering around to different cafes is an easy way to kill a few hours before having to go to school or home. And it burns the sugar off, too! It's like...a perfect symbiosis. Or something.

She puts her hands on her hips. "You don't get to judge my crepes, pancake boy."