[ The chair rubberbands off the front of the desk, recoiling her into the opposite direction of Aki; the force sends a few items and things jumping, but luckily nothing splashes or breaks across the surface. But what really halts Denji's tantrum is Aki's last question, her clenched fists, raised and ready to box, slowly lowering as she thinks her answer over. ]

Well, that way, Mister Makima will know what my usual is whenever he feels like treating me to somethin'. Y'know, as a reward for kicking ass.

[ …She's serious. ]

If all you wanted to know about was that fiend, then why didn'tcha say so? I killed it. The end. Just write that.

[ Short and sweet. Aki surely can't find a reason to complain about her extremely truncated version of events, right? ]