Kurumi nervously made her way into the room clutching, as always, a box of freshly baked cookies. She felt a little over dressed in the hakama her mother insisted that she wear for this occasion. Kurumi supposed she should be grateful that her mother was taking an interest in her life, but did she really have to doll her up so much? Wanting to play with her hair, but being too afraid to ruin the curls her mother had spent the morning doing, Kurumi entered the room and was relieved to see Cass already standing there. "Hey Cass!" Kurumi waved.