"Yup, that's just what I had in mind!" Nozomi beams right back at her. She's never so much as batted an eyelid at any of Itsuki's innuendos, to the point where one is left to wonder whether she's entirely oblivious or, on the opposite end of the scale, all too aware.

She leads her inside, gesturing for her to sit on a mat by the table as she goes off to make the tea. Her voice carries over from the other room, chipper on the verge of sing-song.

"What've you been up to today? You skipped last class again."