Sakuramoria

"You know, I must have gotten something wrong," the refitter said, embarrassed. "It wasn't in the schedule after all." "Maybe I didn't hear Vita correctly; I wasn't really myself today." "Time will pass quickly anyway... But let's celebrate today, Yuk-ka." Varya suggested playing some kind of game, maybe a word game, or whatever Yukka wanted. Perhaps they stayed up late, or maybe they ended the evening early due to fatigue. Also, just in case the pastries didn't go down well, Bellring grabbed a few different syrups and jams from the kitchen (although the need to use them might slightly hurt the refitter's pride). Fearing failure in some future written exams, the refitter also asked Yukka to help her brush up on various subjects, from math to understanding cultural aspects, and, most importantly, to understand what this strange Sir Duncan expects from them. Whether to agree or not is up to the Victorian girl. In turn, Varya told her friend that she would spend a lot of time in the evenings practicing with weapons in the yard (meaning it wouldn't be shameful to join her). The girl also decided that she wasn't very interested in all sorts of "self-expression," nor in soccer (it would be better if it were basketball or dodgeball, although in general, any kind of running around wasn't very interesting to the refitter; it was too far from reality). So, it would be better to just read a book and maybe learn something new about how to become stronger (she reads).