"Ice cream!" Hikari perks, eyes widening slightly.  Then, quickly, she retracts her excitement, forcing herself to sound more reserved and polite, "I-I really couldn't, Kimekomi-sensei..."<br/><br/>She goes back to listening to Ichigo, nodding along every now and then as she dishes the dirt on Sanro.  "I think you're nice!" she interjects briefly, smiling all sweetness and light, but otherwise waits patiently for the other teen to finish with her Rock Band story.  The only-child otaku that she is, Hikari absolutely<em>loves</em>video games, even if she does (barely) have enough sense not to hang out in arcades.  "Ah...  well, singing is pretty hard.  I'm okay at it, I guess.  Huh!  Maybe Sanro can teach me some moves sometimes, I know a little bit of karate!"<br/><br/>That's sort of an epic understatement.  Hikari's mother enrolled her in martial arts classes as soon as she could walk, citing the need for her to be able to defend herself since her father wouldn't be around to do so.  Between that and her physical conditioning from gymnastics, she's actually a pretty fierce little fisticuffs fighter, even if she's never had to throw down with someone to find out for herself.