☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- That's good. By the way, - Anpan takes out a notebook, - could you please rate your femininity on a scale of one to ten?

- What kind of questions are these, - Beata grumbled, scratching the back of her head. She thinks for a few seconds. - M-m-m. Eight points. Minus one point for the fact that I'm not known for my modesty and patience... - I disagree. You have angelic patience, - Gion said. - La-a-a-a-dno. Then nine. My height is clearly not feminine. I, of course, am above such trivial things as judging a person by their height, and in principle I believe that size doesn't matter, but let's be honest - one meter eighty centimeters is still too high. But in everything else, I'm just a girl. No one asked for Gion's opinion, but he didn't voice it because of his obvious bias in this matter. He was just glad that Beata didn't get too hung up on it and didn't start to feel insecure, and rated herself more or less adequately.