Hmmm. Miho seemed like she wanted to leave, and he was about to offer her the right to pass when she made the decision to call her mother. "Oh, that's not-- ..." Too late, she had the phone up to her ear. Greg leaned to one side, resting a hand on his hip, and then tilted his head at the offer. Ohhh, man... It's not that he didn't like Ms. Tanaka... Er, Tanaka-san. Whatever! In his head he could call her what he wanted. She was just a little forward, generally, with him. "Me? She wants to-- Aahhh."

Greg took Miho's phone and cleared his throat, lifting it to his hear. He hated phone conversations in America, and they're even worse here! Mostly because... Well, because he has to say -it-. "Mm-- .. Moshi moshi, Tanaka-san." Ghuhhh. It was just so..! No one could sound 'cool' saying that.

(( As an aside -> I know we're all speaking in Japanese and such; if I ever actually use a word it's just because he has inner commentary on it! So ya know. ))