To get to the bottom of things, Akira suggested that they get to the top of things. As it were.

It made sense to Mitsuki. Although that might have been because skeevy oven paintings were hardly her style. Oven painting. Singular. One was enough. Not because they were skeevy. Mostly just because they were art. And art was boring.

That was a well-tread line of thought at this point. What was not well-tread - the stairs.

So she doubled back and headed up the stairs behind Akira. No extra noise. No extra fuss. French leave. Ciao (was that French?) to Rika. Ciao to Tsuki. Mitsuki even missed Mr. Class President philosophizing about art in the main gallery. Not that she would have paid much attention either way.

"Hope you've distributed all our skill points," she said, skipping up the stairs until she reached Akira's side. Pause. "Oh, and I didn't follow you 'cause you're the boss of me. You just happened to be smarter for once." She gave him a grin. It was mostly cheeky. "I'm sure it won't happen again."