Mirai's lips pursed. He was standing before the counter, hovering over it as he pushed his hair away from his face. They sprang out annoyingly from behind his ear - which made him even more annoyed, and so to calm down he began twirling it around his right finger. Half a pocky stick was held like a vintage ladies' pipe; balanced between his left thumb and forefinger.

If Miyume was quick enough, she would have seen a rather mischievous smile on his face. Then he was smiling at her. He was taking one of the cakes from the stall - without permission - and handing it over.

"I come bearing gifts."