"Shall we have breakfast?"

"Oh, it's my turn today, right?"

"It's fine, since it's your birthday."

I stopped Nadia with my hand as she tried to stand up.

"Just relax. A simple meal is fine, right?"

"Yeah, thank you."

I glanced at the clock.

Today, I was planning to go out with Nadia to buy her birthday present.

(To be honest, I doubt I can surpass her brother’s teddy bear...)

I prepared breakfast for the three of us.

Paratha, a flaky, pan-fried flatbread, with aloo bhaji (stir-fried potatoes) and a side of masoor dal (light lentil soup). A simple dim bhaji (omelet-style egg).

Along with that, a cup of cha(tea) for everyone.

(I said I’d make something simple, but I ended up making a proper meal anyway.)

After saying "Bismillah," we began eating.

"Oh, right, Nadia. I have something to discuss."

"What is it?"

"Lately, your brother's streams have been getting a bit chaotic."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know how he just streams one-sidedly without looking at the comments, right? Some people actually like that aspect of him. They find it entertaining to watch him do whatever he wants. But at the same time, there are some who are unhappy about it."

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"Hmm. So, who?"

"Who?"

"I mean, who do you want me to get rid of?"

"No, it's not that kind of conversation..."

"If it’s Keya, she can quickly track down their personal information, just like before."

"I mean, I could do that, but..."

Whenever it involves her brother, she completely loses her sense of restraint.

"That's not what I’m talking about this time. So, I was thinking, what if we set up something like a question box?"

"A question box?"

"Since your brother can't do Q&A streams like other streamers, we could collect questions in advance. Then, if he answers them, it might help reduce the dissatisfaction."

"I think that sounds good… but wouldn’t managing the questions be a hassle? I bet they'd flood in from all over the world."

"That’s why I plan to use AI. It can go through all the submitted questions and pick out the ones that would satisfy the most viewers. That way, language won’t be a barrier, and it’ll be efficient."

"AI can do that too? I thought it was just for generating images for novel covers...."

"No, not at all… If anything, this is more of its main function."

"Well, do whatever you want."

"This girl..."

She just got scolded earlier, yet now she's already making it into a joke.

Nadia smirked mischievously.

This kind of wit was what she truly enjoyed.

"So, we’re going ahead with setting up the question box?"

Without realizing it, my hand had already reached for my device.

Nadia shot me a disapproving look.

I quietly put the device back down and returned to my meal.

(Seriously, when her brother isn’t involved, she’s actually really level-headed...)

In our relationship, Nadia usually takes the initiative.

It’s not that there’s a hierarchy between us, but our personalities, as well as the fact that we first met as senior and junior, play a big role.

But whenever she enters her "clueless mode," the roles temporarily reverse.

(Ah, I miss that side of her...)

I sipped my tea cup, feeling a bit nostalgic.

Of course, I like the usual Nadia too, but it's because of her occasional clueless moments that we were able to bond beyond our senior-junior relationship.

(In that sense, I owe it all to her brother...)

After finishing our meal, Nadia picked up my dishes along with hers to take to the sink.

"Oh, I’ll do the dishes too."

"It’s fine. You should focus on what you want to do."

She must have noticed how restless I was and was being considerate.

"Thanks."

Taking her up on her offer, I opened my device.

In my mind, the plan was already complete.

It wasn’t a complicated system to begin with.

I’d set up a question box and write a program that lets AI automatically read and analyze the submitted questions.

The AI would then process and compile them, outputting the most suitable ones.

That was all there was to it.

By the time Nadia finished washing the dishes, I was done.

"As always, that’s amazing."

Nadia never failed to be genuinely impressed.

She had been like this ever since we first met.

"This is about the only thing I’m good at."

Nadia frowned.

"I thought you finally got over that."

"Oh, no, that’s not what I meant… Sorry..."

"You don’t have to apologize, but still."

Thinking about the past made me slip back into old habits.

Thanks to Nadia, I had started to like myself a little more.

I had gained confidence, and my habit of putting myself down had improved.

"Really, thank you."

Nadia tilted her head and casually replied,

"You’re welcome?"

That unconscious similarity to her brother was uncanny.

"Alright, let’s get ready to head out."

To hide my embarrassment, I quickly changed the subject and stood up.