As quickly as the shinai had been produced, it was stashed away again once it was clear that there was no need to prevent Fuuka from doing anything rash, and the English girl trailed along behind. What was it that she had wanted to ask about before the distraction? Oh, right, that homework. Caught up in her thoughts as she was, it was a miracle that Jennifer didn't manage to trip on an undone lace as she trailed the other two up the stairs, given her normal ability to find the [i]one[/i] patch of slippery floor after cleaning.