Aina slides up to her before handing over a glass of umeshu. "Heehee! Happy New Year, Mito."
Mito looked up and smiled. “Aina! Happy New Year.” She accepted the glass and got up. “Would you like a glass of something as well?”
“Ah, that’s awright! I awready poured me a glass…oops!” Her lips made an O-shape as she turned to glance back at her right hand, expecting to see a glass in it but instead finding it empty. “Looks like I forgot about it on my way over here, ahaha. I don’ normally do that. Reckon I left it on the counter.”
“It’s quite alright.” Mito couldn’t help but chuckle. Following the death of her husband, Aina had been a welcome source of comfort for her and a friend she desperately needed. “Make yourself at home.”














