The education here might be top-notch but the curriculum isn't exactly what it was at her old school and she has catch-up to do. Mariko hunts for a place to study, wobbling a little under the weight of her backpack.
The twins roll their eyes.
"Well, spread fun around, then. Do you happen to know a quiet place to study? The libraries are too crowded."
"There are several rarely used science labs in the basement."
"Would you like a guide? I would be delighted to show you the way."
"Sure, why not. Thank you."
He will open the door for her on the way out.
"Are you enjoying Ouran so far? I imagine it must be very different from what you're used to."
"It's all right. I had to point out to the scholarship folks that if they didn't pay for my uniforms they were in fact threatening me into buying expensive dresses but since we've sorted that out it's fine."
"The uniforms are that expensive?"
"My mom teaches kindergarten and my dad lives in Canada and the dresses are an order of magnitude more expensive than anything I'd buy on my own."
"Do you buy," he lowers his voice, "used clothes?"
"Not usually, but that's mostly because thrift stores are annoying to navigate."
"Because of the bugs?"
"I don't think they have bugs, but they only have one of everything so you can't get a different size if you like something but it's too big."
"You could get a tailor to adjust it for you."
"That's more trouble than I usually want to go to for a T-shirt and jeans."
"The right pair of jeans can be just as flattering as anything else."
"Maybe one day I will discover the miracle of individually tailored jeans, but not while I'm wearing school uniforms most of my waking hours."
"The uniform is also very flattering on you."
Convenient. She's being escorted, so she watches which floor he picks.
The elevator has a normal set of buttons except for the topmost button. Instead of a label, there are two small lights next to it. One is lit. The other is dark.
Tamaki presses the bottom button.