Oh, yes. Ami is nothing if not reliable: perfect scores, always, so much that her classmates have commented familiarity must be why it doesn't seem to thrill her as much as it would thrill them.

But it does. She likes knowing she's better, comes from better. She likes being the best, the very best. Every time her name is at the top of the rankings is another victory, as surely as ones won by a sword.

"Ohh?" She draws the word out, slightly teasing behind the evident mild surprise. "Isn't my cooking good?" The truth is, it's adequate and not much better than that, good for making sure there's something to eat but, unlike her exams, nothing to boast of. She lets out a little amused sound. "I'll make you eat every bite next time I cook, then."

Next time. She's planning on going out, then.