"...Sensei, you are not a short man, and I'll be straggling along behind my age group as they grow for the rest of my life. Your legs are also longer than mind. Now picture just what is in my direct line of sight when I try to catch up to you when we walk, unless I crane my neck to look up." Her voice was flat, and her tone almost eerily dry for a twelve year old in frills and bows.

Mercifully, she refrained from passing judgment on his rather...voracious table manners—bench manners?—instead glad that she had gotten the large bag as a lunch-and-dinner idea. And that she had gotten both pork and beef, since Shisui looked so happy. She took another bite, cheeks bulging slightly in a way that her cousin had—gently but affectionately—dubbed hamster-esque. When she swallowed, not even the lingering taste of deliciously seasoned and spiced ground beef was enough to wipe the discomfited look from her face.

"...what, you mean they like it when I hurt them?" Ami hunched her shoulders, brows knitting together. "Like that whole 'M' thing from the kunoichi classes?" Her bun finished, she braced her chin in the apex of her thumb and forefinger thoughtfully. "Huh. Well, I guess Higanbana-sensei did tell me that there would be guys who liked being shamed and demeaned by little girls, but I thought she meant dirty old men. Maybe lechery really isn't exclusive..."