Hikari's got her iPod on--a teeny little nano, of course--listening to American music when Sanro and Ichigo pull up.  Even though she doesn't really know what the words mean, she enjoys the sound, particularly the aesthetic difference between English rhyming and Japanese lyrics, which hold no direct analogues to one another in the medium.  "Ahh!  He's here!" she chirps, practically bouncing off the couch and running to the door.  Though she's through it in under ten seconds, she has to backpedal quickly to shout, "Unmm!  I'm going out with Ich'go-chan!  I promise to stay out of trouble, and I'll bring back milk...!"<em>Then</em>she's off.<br/><br/>The teen hustles to the car--and<em>god</em>can she ever move when she's dressed for it, she doesn't even seem offset by her breasts bouncing around all over the place--and leans in to prop her hands on where the door meets the window of the passenger's side, beaming wide and bright, "Arigatou, Ich'go-chan!  Kimekomi-sensei!  I'm sorry for the inconvenience!"<br/><br/>There's a very slow and humble bow, and then by contrast she's off like a shot, in the backseat with Ichigo before she can blink.  The fact the front seat is open seems to have escaped her; after all, she gets to sit next to Ichigo!  Hikari really likes the half-doll, and not in the generic all-suffering way she cares about<em>everyone</em>, but in the sense of really enjoying her company and wanting to be around her.  The revelation of her family's background--if Hikari even comprehended it--doesn't seem to have had much impact on that, as she's all smiles and giggles.  "Ohayo, Ich'go-chan!  Waaah!  Those sandals are cute, I've never seen you wear them before!  You have such pretty toes...!"