[Like the ripple of a pebble falling into a pond, the nostalgic ache of love radiates from him until it makes land upon the shore of her soul, and it pulls up a soft, lopsided smile as he leans in once more to be closer to her. She closes the last small amount of space between them to steal the lingering dusting of powdered sugar off of his lips, quick and gentle, and then grins.]

You don't have to thank me for that, silly. That's how it is when someone's important to you, you know?

[That's why she adorned her hat the way she did when she first joined the Bureau, in the colors that reminded her of the Literature Club. That's why she always wears her necklaces, her bracelets, the omamori on her adventuring pouch and the yarn on her pinky. Why she writes with the fancy pens that are honestly way too fancy for her. They're all from her important friends, and she wants to think of all of them — every day, always.

Especially Mista, who's become more important to her than she ever could have imagined. Who's asserted himself into a part of her soul the same way that he asserted himself into the chair across from her on the first day that they met.

It's not something she goes out of her way to do. It's just how it is. She thinks of him, always.]

And you're really important to me. So I'm gonna keep thinking about you all the time.

...Especially since I can tell when you're super hungry and stuff, ehehe~