"I know lots of things," Miyume replied, her own smile widening, echoing Mirai's pleasure with her own. She sat next to him, demure and apparently quite content as she was.

"Pick one thing to ask," she continued, playing idly with the ends of her hair. "And I'll answer you." Then that light-hearted sense of mischief returned, this time accompanied by something just a little bit darker and wicked.

"But just one thing." For now. "So choose carefully."