[Mami is many things, not all of them good, but naive is not one of them: Anthy's voice, the courteous and yet empty tone of it, strikes a chord. Makes her hesitate, makes her gaze narrow just slightly. That is how Mami herself so often sounds, distant beneath the good manners, and...
...and there is something else about this that seems familiar. But what? The inkling of unease begins to slowly grow; Mami's smile doesn't falter.]
Oh, that's good. It has a history of being mischievous, you see, so I'm glad that it isn't giving you any trouble.
[She sounds as calm as though this was any normal face-to-face conversation, rather than face-to-unblinking eyeball.]
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...and there is something else about this that seems familiar. But what? The inkling of unease begins to slowly grow; Mami's smile doesn't falter.]
Oh, that's good. It has a history of being mischievous, you see, so I'm glad that it isn't giving you any trouble.
[She sounds as calm as though this was any normal face-to-face conversation, rather than face-to-unblinking eyeball.]