When you ask for cream in your coffee...

- Oops, sorry, sir, it's my first time and I spilled a bit...

Mr. Miura remained silent, wondering if it had been a good idea to ask for cream in your coffee...

- Oh, I'm really sorry for my clumsiness - the "milkman"'s voice was contrite - can I make it up to you somehow?

Mr. Miura sat hunched over, staring into his cup.

- But I only asked for cream in my coffee... - he began shyly - I really like cream...

- Oh, I'm so sorry -  the boy said, genuinely saddened, as he suddenly beamed - Oh, I know! Why don't you take some of my cream straight from the source?

- Really? Can I?

- Sure, I'm of age.

- But...

- Don't worry, it was my fault I spilled it, so you deserve a bonus.Just give me a clear sign when you're full.

- Full?

- Well, judging by how much I I spilled on the floor and how forcefully the stream flowed, I still have 20-30 liters left, and you can't fit that much in, right? So when you've had enough, give me a good slap or give me some other clear sign.

- 20-30 liters? - Mr. Miura was shocked.

- I know it's not much, but I'm a milkman here, not a pool guy...

- A pool guy? Who is that?

- Well, if you want to bathe in that, um, cream, we call Ryu Itadori, and he comes and fills the pool with his cream. I assure you, a bath like that, although not cheap, is truly wonderfully relaxing. But enough talking, I'm about to explode. You know, I always feel this way when I start thinking about Ryu Itadori. So, can we have the cream of the crop now?

- Yes, please...