Kyouka’s blank expression falters as a gentle smile lights her face. Pale cheeks turn a rosy red as she sips on the warm tea, sticking her pinky finger out in a playful manner as she had been told to. It was just a silly little tea party. As you both sat on the floor, your legs under the table and the blanket draped over your lower body as you sit by the kotatsu. The little teapot in the centre of the table, being decorated with little painted flowers. She mumbles softly.

“Thank you.”