[He watches the bot, interested to see what prize it gives. These intelligence based challenges might be out of his range, but Atsushi can still fantasize about winning a prize. As the bot begins asking another question, though, he tenses. Didn’t Ochako win? Is this his fault? Did he think too hard about trying and the robot picked up on it?

Before he can panic too hard, the gift certificate is printed. Now put on the spot, and being more anxious than he’d care to admit,] Huh!? But— It’s your prize! I didn’t do anything!

[The bot chimes impatiently. Atsushi can’t think of anything he wants to eat. He doesn’t go out any further the cafe downstairs from his workplace, and he’s more concerned with having food than having good food.

But this is her prize! He has to think of something worth her time and effort! What would that be? Afraid that his not answering will cancel the prize, Atsushi blurts:]

Chazure! Luxury chazure! [At least the bot is smarter than Atsushi. It prints a Japanese restaurant gift certificate. Luxury tea on rice might not be a thing, but the Quiz-bot has taken mercy on him.

He sighs.] I’m sorry. I didn’t ask your name, or what you wanted to eat...