[Boo... but it's okay Shoko deserves to live s she pleases, even if that life is hopelessly devoid of sweets.

Furina gets her scone loaded up in a ratio that slightly favors clotted cream to baked good and thoughtfully holds her spoon like a pen, dangling between two fingers.]

Let's see... I've watched my share of questioning. [Though she was often just that: an observer.] Miss Shoko, what's the best date you've been on during your time here?