‘Well, like I said, it was Napolitan-style spaghetti. With a ketchup-based sauce. And sliced frankfurters.’ ‘Just your standard Napolitan spaghetti, then,’ murmured Koishi, crestfallen. ‘Wait. It was yellow!’ cried Asuka, slapping her thigh. ‘Yellow? But isn’t Napolitan sauce normally red?’ ‘I think it was a mix of yellow and red . . .’
