"If you want to bake a delicious cake, you gotta crack a few eggs, you know?" Letting Yamamoto remove her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she stuck the same finger she has stuck into his mouth into her own, "Ah, thank you for the indirect kiss, Yamamoto-san. I'll cherish it, always!" Not waiting for a response, Yuuki unbuttoned and pulled off her lightly oiled dress shirt, revealing a dark long sleeved V-neck shirt underneath. Folding the dress shirt in a particular way, she used it to clean off the jam splatters quite quickly and surprisingly efficiently (though, somehow, completely skipped over the oil itself), before stepping in the doorway again.

Folding the dress shirt yet again, so that a completely clean section was now exposed, she pulled out a chair and checked it over...pressing down on it with her shoe clad foot on it as a stress test, just in case it might just collapse with her on it...she set the folded shirt on the chair with the clean side up, and took her seat on it. After all, she didn't want the chair to get all too messy with jam and oil. Turning to face the others, one at a time, she gave them each an easy smile as she leaned back in her chair, "I was so enraptured by the shy Yamamoto-san, I seemed to forget my manners. Good morning Kawamura-san, Matsumoto-san, Oka-san, Kaneda-san...how have you all been this morning?"