Hikari nods along with the rapid-fire conversation at first, blinking or furrowing her brow in confusion now and again, using quiet sips of her tea to hide her combination of incomprehension and inattention.  The conversation just sort of gets away from her at some point; she's a very tough girl to keep engaged, mostly because her lack of siblings growing up seems to have left her with a very active imagination and short attention span.  Even at times like this, she has a tendency to latch onto some stray thought and go wild thinking about it rather than following the course of conversation.<br/><br/>The thing that gets her this time is Sanro's comments on how boys would want to 'play' with her.  The first time it goes over her head, but as comments go back and forth and are repeated, it eventually penetrates her naivete sufficiently to make her stop and blink.<em>Sanro thinks I'm cute?</em>she thinks, canting her head sideways and looking at him funny.<em>Iiieee!  He just means the other boys think I'm cute.  He wouldn't think things like that, he's a teacher!  Ano...  Goroi-sensei was a teacher, too?  Maybe...</em><br/><br/>Without realizing it, she's starting to stare rather intently at Sanro.  Admittedly, she's never looked at him<em>that</em>way before, because she's a<em>good</em>girl (right?) and doesn't have ecchi thoughts like that!  Now that she<em>is</em>taking on that perspective, though, she has to admit that he's rather handsome.  Plus, he rides a motorcycle, just like Mamoru-kun!  Mmm, Mamoru-kun.  Hikari's thoughts gradually drift off to Sanro wearing a Tuxedo Kamen costume, dipping her back for a dramatic kiss like a waltzer amidst a field of colorful pink and gold lights and falling cherry blossoms--<br/><br/>Okay, no she's<em>really</em>staring.  And it looks like she might start drooling from the distant smile on her face.  The blush across the bridge of her nose seems more<em>warm</em>than embarrassed, at this point...