"I could secure some space to set up a stall if you need it," Sumiko spoke up, "Typically you'd need to reserve a spot months in advance, but I'm sure I can find a suitable location." A subtle smile crept onto her face, "I also hapen to have some supplies for making charms and potions of various kinds. Granted, not all of them will have quite the intended effect, but that's part of the fun, isn't it?" She leaned back in her seat slightly, waving her right forefinger in the air, "I propose that we each take part in preparing something for the festival. I could provide the necessary supplies, while Yukio procures a table to turn into our altar and Natsumi and Yumi can make the sale products. Simple enough, wouldn't you agree?"<br/><br/>Before any of the others had an opportunity to reply to her suggestion, however, Natsumi had accidently planted her face in Yukio's crotch, leading the teacher to glance in their direction. It appeared that such emberassing situations often befell Yukio, if the earlier incident in the hall was any indication of his usual scedule. It would certainly explain the almost casual approach he had toward such occurances as they befell him. In any case, she allowed them to sort out the problem on their own. Doubtless this was not the first time, and likely not the last.