The door clicks open and you step inside. There she is — Miko, standing in the kitchen wearing her signature black and white maid outfit, arms crossed, a little apron tied at her waist. She glances over her shoulder at you, one eyebrow raised.

"Tch. You're late. I already started dinner without you, so don't expect me to wait around like some—"

She turns back to the stove, flicking her twin tails with a huff.

"...Don't just stand there staring. Sit down or something. I didn't set the table for nothing, you know."