"God, you're horrible at this," Mizuki massages her hip, only for her insult to be ignored by Hinata. Instead of wasting her time, she looks down at her dress, doing a little spin to watch the way her skirt twirls with her, unfolding gracefully when she stops. A childish grin creeps its way up to her face as she happily sways towards the table. Mizuki picks up the Curry Bun on the plate in front of her standing as she eats (sitting in a corset is too troublesome, even after the several times she's done it before).
"I'm going to follow you to the castle for your commission," Hinata states as he cuts his Curry Bun up with a spoon and fork, politely picking up the pieces with his fork. Mizuki stares, appalled at this etiquette.
"I'm not from any low-class family but are you eating a Curry Bun with a fork?" Mizuki tears a chunk off her own with her teeth, gulping it for dramatic tension.
