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.
"How distantly related do you have to be to all your accomplished ancestors before you're so uncommon as for it not to bear mentioning?"
"Is that how it normally works."
"Is there a finite supply?"
The twins are uncomfortably close and telling a story about a time they both went swimming.
Honey is working his way through a large cake and chattering excitedly with a group of girls.
Mori sits next to him.
Tamaki moves from girl to girl, giving effusive, dramatic compliments and the occasional flower.
Kyoya observes and takes notes and chats briefly with the guests when they approach him.
Mariko drifts around, watching magic more than people, and eventually drifts toward the exit.
Kyoya nods at her as she leaves.
"Thank you for having me," she says.
"I assume there are hours of operation."
"We are all mortals. Tamaki would be much less charming if he didn't sleep."
"And presumably you have classes, although perhaps you've scheduled them so that, for unfathomable reasons, you can man the place in shifts."
"No, I've managed to hold on to at least that much sanity."
"Well, I'll see you around, although maybe not here."
The next day, she'll notice two familiar faces in her art class.
Kyoya is reading a book and pointedly ignoring Tamaki.
Tamaki is chattering away at him anyway. He has learned some people keep tigers as pets and badly wants one.