"Thanks," Miyako replied gratefully, at least as much as she could seem to be given the current subject of the conversation. She was more surprised that the Contractor hadn't said anything, and was keeping completely still regardless. It was a level of motor skill she hadn't seen before. "Though he can be more trouble than he's worth sometimes." And wasn't that the truth, more than her current companion could know. 

She said her thanks as well before getting down to eating her own meal. Perhaps it wasn't the best, but it was homemade, and that was good enough for her. Then again, she didn't exactly have high standards when it came to cuisine. As long as it was edible and she could stomach the taste, she would probably eat it. That was why she didn't have much trouble agreeing with the suggestion when it was presented. 

"Sure," she replied with a hint of indifference, passing over some of her food in exchange for the chicken. And she would admit that it was pretty good chicken in the end, without any chagrin or give there. If it was the truth, then it didn't hurt to actually say it now, did it? 

When lunch had ended, she waved dismissively at the question. "Sure, go ahead," she replied. It might be a slight problem with her magical girl duties, but she saw no need to shut her down entirely. Having friends was a part of life, and if she wasn't willing to give up on her family then she wouldn't give up on this either. And it helped that apparently the Contractor wasn't interested in engaging in it's namesake. 

The last question caught her by surprise though, and Miyako found herself glancing downwards in the process. It was true, she would admit, though it had more to do with her fighting Primordials than anything. And with that particular job, who knew when she would have the time to engage in a club, given the impact it tended to have on her social life. Vanishing for hours at a time could be a bit of a dampener on that sort of thing. 

"I'll think about it," she replied noncommittedly. It'd make sense anyway, since she would naturally have to look at the other clubs here before making a decision. She couldn't be faulted for that. for now though, she was left alone to wait for lunch to end. 

When Sora had gone, Miyako glanced down at the Contractor, somehow not surprised that the silence he had been using this far had now vanished. "You, maybe," she replied with a hint of aloofness. "If you want to add another magical girl to the seven we've got here already, that's your business. Not mine." Really, she might be the best but she was not going to be used as a propaganda tool.