She's never sure when it comes to him, and Ami backs down while they can both still be amused. He has a way of getting the better of her.

"Let's go out," she says, as if it's a choice being made right that moment, as if she hadn't been outmaneuvered into asking for it. There's no graceful exit, so she settles for laughing, perhaps at herself, a strangely natural sound and one that comes from her very rarely these days while awake.

"After all," she concedes, "Papa's been working hard, too." She takes a pride not just in her own accomplishments, but in his, and his serious drive that he's imparted into her.