I don't think Ikki-kun would jump to that first, but I don't think it's a bad idea, either.

[ It's so different, this American grocery store—it's huge, and the produce is all jumbled together rather than being carefully stacked and protectively cushioned.

There's barely any fish, barely any seafood at all, really, but the entire back wall is dedicated to meat. And not thinly sliced strips, either . . . there's steaks and planks of ribs and roasts the size of their heads. Turkeys so big they wouldn't even fit in a Japanese oven.

Kururu stares. ]

This . . . it's . . .

It's really America, isn't it.