I mean, we'll definitely eat all of it eventually [ and by 'we' she means 'I' because Ichiro should know by now that Ai Hoshino would only ever leave leftovers on pain of death ] but– this is still way too much!

[ She sounds sort of pleased and caught off guard rather than disapproving, though. This is the sort of thing she'd expect a fan to throw themselves into and make – the whole point of being an idol is to stir up their feelings to that kind of fever pitch. But she hasn't been doing any of that to Ichiro... or, uh, as far as she knows, anyway.

She tentatively sits herself down at the picnic blanket, still blinking like a deer in headlights. ]

Did you seriously make all this yourself?