In her passing Oliver's comments practically flew right past her. She responded with a nod as she hurried on. Michi was about to leave the perfume on her desk when she noticed herself in the mirror. She inspected herself a few times and looked over at the perfume her mother had bought. At the very least she could have left it somewhere Oliver might not have seen it. She considered using it for a moment. The label read, Essence of Spring and smelled of some kind of exotic flower. She sprayed once over her face and neck, letting the mist fall over her. She had never really used perfume before so she thought only once would be enough as it was a fairly potent scent. Satisfied, she left her room to join Oliver and head out to the Academy.
Downstairs they were assaulted by the noise and smells of the restaurant. Her mother was busy handling several dishes and her father was attending the customers. It was a sight to see, Michi's parents worked together so well they rarely had to communicate, having been together since they themselves joined the Academy years ago. Her mother would often tease that Michi would end up marrying Oliver as if it were a family tradition and her father went along with it as well. Michi always got flustered when they brought it up. Who says that has to be the case? She shook the thoughts from her head as she made her way through the kitchen with Oliver in tow only to be stopped by her mother who called over her shoulder.
"Mi-Chan!"
"Hai, Okasan?" (Yes, Mom?)
"Choshoku ga arimasu." (Breakfast is over there.) She pointed with a hot spatula at a plate of onigiri (rice balls) freshly made and still hot.
"Arigato, Okasan!" (Thanks, Mom!)
"Have fun kids!"
Michi took one, holding it in her mouth, and handed the other to Oliver. Snaking through the tables at a brisk pace she scarfed down the rice ball in only a few bites before making out the door and on their way to the Academy. All the while she was humming a tune to herself.