"Oh, that's not what my mother says. That's what I say," Miyume said with another of her mysterious little smiles, tone light and vaguely teasing. "It's what I know."

The whole time she was speaking, she'd been scooting closer toward him in a very obvious manner. Just when it seemed like she might keep going until she wound up in his lap, she stopped just when her thigh was barely brushing Mirai's hand.