Haruka thought the explaining would never end. The information in itself was wonderful and she was grateful to have it, but it was so much to take in all at once. The poor girl had gone her entire life without really worshipping at all. She would visit a shrine back in her hometown once a year for festivals and would pray on occasion, but nothing so elaborate as all of this. She was trying to go back through her mind to remember all of the rituals and the different forms of worship that took place. Making offerings would be easy enough, since she'd done it in the past, but all of the rituals would have to be taught to her carefully. Junkojuro agreed o teach her these things though, so after the explanation, things were beginning to fall into place. Certainly she was still a bit leery to commit to such a life, but if she didn't, then who would?

Pushing all of these things aside, Haruka finally pushed up out of bed. She seemed much more relaxed now, wit both Junkuro's presence and the change of scenery within her home. This was what she asked for after all. If she was goin to be spending quite a bit of time with Junkojuro, she might as well try her best to make him feel at home. He didn't seem nervous like she did, in fact, he seemed a rather excited, but that didn't mean he couldn't need to get used to having her around. She needed to show him her thanks first and foremost, to show him that she really was grateful that he went through so much trouble to make her prayer come true. 

For the first time in a while, she showed a smile, giving it to her new companion. "You don't have to address me so formally," The girl assured him and flattened out the shrine maiden garb, making a note to take it off later, "You can call me Haruka if you like." Junkojuro didn't seem to be one to stray far from tradition, but it was worth a shot. Being refered to as Aomori-sama felt strange. "I think being shown around the shrine might be a good idea, just to get me used to it, but before that we should eat something." Haruka didn't know about him, but she was starving, so cooking breakfast for the two of them would be no trouble at all. Besides, she enjoyed cooking, especially when was able to cook for friends or family. "Is there something I could make for you? Rice porridge, maybe? I'll make anything you like, It's the least I can do for you."