Mariko is sitting on the apartment balcony with her notebook, diligently writing out her thoughts for the day. She doesn't really feel like it, she's got a bad cold and would sooner lie in bed being brought miso soup at regular intervals, but she knows she'll feel better if she sorts out her thoughts even if those thoughts are mostly that she hates being sick, and wishes she could assign the part of herself that wants to do things literally every day come what may to her immune system its own body to do this for her.
"Why, just more entrenched elite classism?"
"Primarily, there was also a greater tendency towards violent solutions to problems."
"But that won't happen now!"
"It's true that Honey and Mori's families were the ones you'd traditionally hire for that kind of enterprise, but no one thinks it would be a good idea to hire Honey for assassinations."
"I don't know, there exists a dessert called 'death by chocolate'."
Kyoya laughs softly.
"That would be the best way to die," Honey says solemnly then grins.
"Anyway, I don't care if my backstory is romantic."