Me: "Eh, she's not that cute. I mean, great hair, but the rest of her isn't really doimg it for me."
"That's a guy."
...my trap detector impresses even me sometimes.
Ok, we saw the tan tomboy wrestling friend in chapter one, but we didn't see that she was FUCKING CHISELED.
She'd better at least get an arc instead of just six panels every three chapters.
We've seen the dense male mc who completely fails to realize that the girl is furiously flirting with him, now we partake of the dense female mc who completely fails to realize that she is furiously flirting with a man.
This plot development is definitely driven more by the author's gripes with fracking than actual coherence or relevancy. Groundwater is contaminated, and it's the not-walt disney company's fault? Sure, ok.
"If you were to drink three glasses of it, it acts as a deadly poison"
Salted or no, either that's a bit of an exaggeration or she's got some serious fucking spirits in there.