There were certainly more normal scenarios than making Valentine's chocolate for someone whose funeral you'd already attended, but it was her bizarre scenario, and Yoshimi was giving it her all.
"Actually, I'd like to give them to him in person," she explained in between whisks, "um, if I can."
Maybe she couldn't. Maybe the angels would start executing people at dawn, or maybe she wouldn't make it through the coming battle, or maybe Shingo was jailed with that pretty waitress he liked, the one with the sports car, and they were hitting it off again right this minute. There was just no way to be sure. But, come hell or high water, she was going to try her best to put those chocolates in that boy's hand.
"I'm definitely going to make some for everyone in the house, but..." But Shingo's were special. For one, they really counted for two different years, considering last spring's events, but there was a more haunting thought: "If - if we beat the angels, and that means that things go back to how they were before, then..."
If delivering the chocolates was going to be the last thing that she could ever do for him, she was damn well going to try to cram everything that she needed to say into the gesture.