"I-I couldn't, Kimekomi-sensei.  People would think things..." Hikari replies sheepishly, ordering a double-scoop of vanilla in a cone.  Even to someone as clueless as her, there's no real question what people would see: pretty young girl out with a handsome older man who's buying her ice cream, addressing him in the familiar or even the vaguely intimate.  There aren't many possible scenarios there, especially for a normally proper girl like her!  The idea that people might think she's with Sanro makes her blush even deeper, and she practically hides behind her ice cream for a minute, chewing her lip introspectively.<br/><br/>Hikari decides to try and cool her face off with her ice cream, holding it daintily and leaning in--eyes almost crossing cutely--to poke her tongue out in a hesitant, almost speculative lick.  Then she smacks her lips once, and beams in appreciation, "Arigatou gozaimasu!"  Very quickly, she finds herself caught up in trying to counter the gradual melting of the frozen confection by sweeping her tongue in quick, precise motions along the parts that begin to drip, lapping white trails of ice cream off the waffled side of the cone and her hand.  Lick, lick, lick.  Oops, she poked her nose too close and got a bit on the tip!