Iku blushed fiercely, though she tried hard to not do so.  She did not dare contradict her superior, though she hoped that that was a bit of a joke.  Men liked to slap each other on the buttocks, she had heard, despite lacking any sexual attraction for each other (or, in more titillating circumstances that likely only existed in certain novels, graphic and otherwise, while having sexual attraction for each other).  Maybe this was just a female variant of 'brotherhood'.   Part of her wondered, as her own food was delivered, whether she feared the sexual part or desired it in some perverse way.  She would have to hope, if only for her reputation's sake, that no one found out.  She would be absolutely ruined in every sense if her flower was stolen and the world were to learn of it.<br/><br/>She felt around carefully for her own bowl and the utensils, before helping herself in as modest a fashion as one could eat ramen.  There was no way she would be able to look in Hima's direction (or what she thought that direction would be) without blushing for a little while.  For now, she remained silent and hoped to avoid undue attention...