> Run into the kitchen. "Rika! Good morning! Are you making breakfast?"
> Look at the red head. "Hey, who are you? I'm Meira, and this is Kouyoshi!" Do we look older than her?
> Rika turns away from the counter. "Good morning. Of course I'm making breakfast, couldn't you tell?"
> You address the red haired girl. She turns her head and blinks, grinning in childish curiosity. She has to be at least a year younger than you.
> "I'm Marisa," she says, waving. Shikoba ignores you completely and keeps slicing the apples.
> Kouyoshi peeks around the doorway, and her ears flicker. Hers and the red haired girl's eyes meet.
> "Ah!" The red head points to Kouyoshi. "You let in something weird!"
> Shikoba still doesn't pay attention. Rika, however, looks up.
> "She already said who that was Marisa, geez."
> "...Oh."
> _