[The silence stretches for an uncomfortable moment. Then Mami's shoulders heave in a small, tired shrug and she gestures to the living room table - an invitation for Utena to take a seat, delivered without meeting her gaze.] About as well as I always do, I suppose.
[Then she turns on her heels and ducks into the kitchen, disappearing from sight.]
no subject
[Then she turns on her heels and ducks into the kitchen, disappearing from sight.]