[ A few of the chocolate might be shaped like fish, then. (Koi. It's a terrible pun, BUT THAT IS THE PRIPARA WAY.)

Hibiki raises a hand. ] If you enjoy it, all is well.

[ A spygoat with a clock on a platform wheels up. Hibiki sighs, sets aside her napkin. If things had taken a different turn, she might disregard this reminder, but why not end on the note she'd hoped to strike through this whole thing? ] Our time limit approaches. I'm an impossible act to follow, but may your remaining dates at least attempt to approach my splendor.