She looks disappointed, scoffing at your decision before sighing in acceptance. To the Ramen store you both go.

Entering the place feels like stepping into a tranquil Kyoto hideaway. Wooden lattice screens create intimate dining nooks, adorned with delicate cherry blossom motifs that dance in soft hues of pink and white.

Soft strains of traditional Japanese music waft through the air, adding a touch of elegance to the atmosphere. The staff, clad in authentic kimonos, greet you (Or rather, the giantess who carried you. You should really ask her name soon.) with a bow, setting the stage for an immersive culinary journey.

At the heart of the store, a cascading bonsai tree stands as a symbol of artistry and patience, mirroring the craftsmanship that goes into each bowl of ramen. Lanterns fashioned like paper cranes cast gentle shadows, casting a serene ambiance over the diners.

The menu, a scroll of culinary delights, offers ramen variations inspired by different regions of Japan. From the umami-rich miso ramen of Hokkaido to the delicate flavors of a Tokyo-style shoyu ramen, each option promises a voyage through the diverse landscapes of Japanese cuisine.

"Man, there's so many options. Looks expensive too. You're paying right?"

You told her we could split the money. 

"Alright, just uh, make sure the money isn't tiny or anything. Hehe."

Thankfully you started unshrinking some of your pocket money, telling her as it's part of your 'magic.' She leers you with curiosity. 

Eventually she started ordering a Fiery Hot Tsukemen (dipping ramen). As well as some wontons and dumpling for you to dig in in secret.

Although, while you and her wait for both your food. What do you do now?