A rainy morning, blustery summer day. From the cup in hand steam rises up to the air. Warm and fragrant tea.
‘Ah, it’s tea time,’ Misao-chan said dreamily, ‘high time to taste my lovely Ajisai Cake!”
But when finally seated oneself onto the chrysanthemums dish, a big ping pong ball bounces against Misao-chan’s head out of nowhere. ‘Wai~’
And the next thing Misao-chan knows is it is biting her hair pin.
‘Sao, no! That’s my hair!’
Keep up like this, poor Misao-chan, Akiko and Aki over there are going to eat your cake up behind your back.
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