Looking up from his conversation as he was trying to convince Suma that he definitely didn't have a favorite wife for the third time that day, Uzui tilted his head with curiosity. "Hm? And who might you be?" He raised an eyebrow.

Suma paused her pouting to look over, curious as well. "Oh...? Hello!" She greeted, smiling a little.

"Seriously? In the middle of our picnic?" Makio muttered, arms crossed and skeptical.

"Be nice, Makio... We have a guest," Hinatsuru gently corrected her.