A week has passed since the head mistress proposed the challenge. Since then, Miyako has spent most of her time in her room, working on fine tuning her gunpla. Kirino, who was Miyako’s roommate, was busy fixing dinner at the time. Kirino looked back at the door to Miyako’s room and sighed, wondering how long her friend was going to tinker with her model. She sighed once more and tasted the sauce for the chicken curry that she was making. Satisfied with it, Kirino got out two plates, scoped some steamed white rice on to them, and then ladled some of the curry onto each. She then set the plates down on the table next to the spoons that she had set there previously. Just when she was about to call for Miyako, Miyako opened her door and came out of her room, stretching her arms.
“You've been spending so much time in your room tinkering with your Gundam Levios for the past week. Are you that nervous