“Oh! Um... Sure, I can tell her, for you.” Her head bobbed in a small nod, twin braids bouncing slightly with the exaggerated motion. Miho cast another worried little glance out the front doors, shifting her weight on her feet back and forth. “Why won't you be in to work? I'll call her for you right now.” Her cellphone was fetched from her pocket, an older looking flip model – it was a bit bulky, and a dark pink. An adorable little duckling charm hung off of a light pink string, as well!

“Hello? Mom?” Her head tilted into the phone. “Mm. Mm. Mhm. I'm at school – um... Harman-san won't be in to work on friday. You want to talk to him?” Miho's expression turned apologetic, but she offered the phone over. “Goodluck.”