As Reiko was shelving her books, she couldn't help but crack open one of the recipe books. If there was anything she enjoyed more than the fine arts, it was cooking. Inherited from her father, most likely, she could listen to him go on and on about the right temperature to boil the noodles at for hours; well, not literally, but he had a way of making otherwise mundane information sound as enthralling as the works of Kobo Abe. With her roommate apparently taking a catnap, Reiko took the opportunity to flip through the book, smiling at the perfectly prepared dishes on display. She became so enraptured in the book, that she didn't notice the slight drool forming at the corner of her mouth. 

At least until the greeting from her now-awoken roommate snapped her back to reality. She turned in her chair, taken aback. Awkwardly, she wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. Closing the book quickly, Reiko stood and gave a short, messy bow that was far more awkward than graceful or polite. By the time her head was back up and facing Kuriyama, her calm, collected, mature nature was restored.

"Ah, Kuriyama-san, nice to met you. I would've woken you, but your face looked cute and I couldn't bring myself to do it. Kind of like a dog." It took her a few seconds after that sentence to realize exactly what she said, and when she did, it was followed by immediate blushing and more sincere bows of apology. "I didn't mean to say you're a dog or anything, I just..." Reiko cleared her throat and walked towards the occupied bed, extending her hand. "Reiko Ishida. Let's get along this year." 

Reiko was forcing a smile, hoping that would be enough to smooth over the rocky introduction.