"Mhm," Ryusei mumbled through a mouthful of food. He was just going to have to take more breaks, then. What would he do during that free time? Study, he supposed. It wasn't like Club work was a substantial drain on his time. He'd just have to remember to take those breaks.

On the other hand, it didn't matter that much. Utahoshi was right in that there weren't many Switches left. If they could make it this far, there was no reason they couldn't finish. Utahoshi did all the supervising, in any case. He'd probably push himself even if, theoretically, I stopped working altogether.

There was nothing he could do beyond remove himself as a competing factor, and talking about this was starting to become awkward, so he let the conversation die.

Speaking of competing factors.... He folded his hands on the table after a moment. "Utahoshi-kun... may I ask what was in that notebook?"