"H...  Hai!  I meet you first time, Jes...  Jeshi...  Jeshika-chan!  Good!" Hikari bows hastily, having to reach out and put one bracing hand on Haruki's back as she gets ahead of herself--literally--and 'flumphs' his shoulder with her oversized bust nearly hard enough to bowl him over.  The teen seems relieved to hear Jessica reply in a language she understands, at least until she starts to break into riotous laughter.<br/><br/>"Umm?" Hikari blinks, smiling politely still, unable to comprehend the humor in the situation.  "You don't like...  Ovary Exposition?  Ah!  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you with that!  I'm, uh, advertising, because no one really goes to their shows, and they try very hard..."  No mention of the music, of course.  The horrible, horrible music that could probably flay lead paint off the side of a building.  The few people who knew the 'band'--mostly friends of Minori--had already discovered that 'American-style' rock apparently just means 'faster and louder'.<br/><br/>"Uh!  Regardless, it is very nice to meet you.  Umm, all of you!  I look forward to being your classmate!"