human
Nahoko:  "Oh my, when you asked me where your uniform was, I thought you might burn it, so I made all kinds of preparations…all for nothing, it would seem.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Your son asks where his uniform is and the first thing you think of is burning it? Wait, when you guessed I’d burn it, your ‘preparations’ meant getting sweet potatoes and sausage skewers ready…?” The reclothed Subaru was met by his mother, Nahoko, who seemed quite disappointed her off-the-cuff prediction had not borne fruit. Behind his mother, he saw that she was done preparing for a barbecue in the cramped kitchen.
human
Subaru:  Subaru had returned home and asked Nahoko where his uniform was. Having shaken free of his past, her son had made the statement with a sunny look on his face—and this had been his mother’s reaction.
gpt
Subaru:  “I give up on whether it’s good guessing or bad, but this angle is definitely not what I expected…”
human
Nahoko:  “Yes, yes, it looks very good on you. The outfit cancels out the foul look in your eyes. You look rather calm…”
gpt
Subaru:  “Mom, your current approach is taking all my serenity away from me!”
human
Nahoko:  “—? What are you all riled up about? Hey, want to glug down some mayonnaise with Mom?” With a mystified look, Nahoko presented the mayonnaise she’d placed on the table.
gpt
Nahoko:  The mayonnaise in the Natsuki residence was somewhat famous to all local mayo lovers. Kenichi, Nahoko, and of course Subaru employed various mayonnaises, and glugging mayo was a daily sight during mealtime, getting out of the bath, and sometimes even in the middle of the night. Indeed, when Subaru fell into distress from lack of mayonnaise in that other world, he’d used modern knowledge to successfully re-create mayonnaise on that end. Mayonnaise was inseparable from the Natsuki family. It was a must-have item.
human
Subaru:  “But right now, I don’t feel like…”
gpt
Nahoko:  “I suppose not.” The mayonnaise had SU written on the lid, marking it as belonging to Subaru. When he gently pushed the mayonnaise offered to him away, Nahoko gave a knowing nod.
human
Nahoko:  “I mean, Subaru, you really don’t like mayonnaise that much, do you?”
gpt
Subaru:  “…”
human
Nahoko:  “You were just licking it with Dad and Mom because we like it so much, weren’t you?” Placing the mayonnaise marked for Subaru on the table, Nahoko murmured thusly in roundabout fashion.
gpt
Subaru:  Hearing this, Subaru gasped in surprise.
human
Subaru:  “Wh-what basis do you have for…?” He breathed in, virtually wringing out his voice before gingerly posing a question.
gpt
Nahoko:  “Well, Subaru. If it was the world or mayonnaise, which would you choose?”
human
Subaru:  “Er, probably the world…”
gpt
Nahoko:  “You see?”
human
Subaru:  “That’s a really bad example! Don’t go ‘You see?’ with that smug look! Anyone picking mayonnaise there isn’t picking out of love for mayo, but hatred for the world! !” As he raised his voice at Nahoko’s rather off-the-mark view, Subaru’s shoulders heaved with heavy breaths as he glared at the mayonnaise on the table—on the inside, he wasn’t calm in the slightest.