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[color=darkorange]“Hmm?”[/color] Truthfully, Ikue was half-paying attention to what was going on in the conversation. Or maybe it just looked like it. It was hard to tell over the phone to be honest but either way, she must have been noting down some of the discussion going on with her response. Naturally, she reacted as such when Minato finally made his voice known on the other side, followed up with his cunning plan. Whether or not any of these steps worked remained to be seen and it was clear he wasn’t telling them all the full brunt of his idea. But who were they to question?

If she were there, Ikue might have shrugged lazily. But given that she wasn’t, she only answered in full. [color=darkorange]“Heh, consider it done. You didn’t say which club suits you best so don’t complain if I sign you up for the knitting club.”[/color] Did Sarayashiki even have a knitting club? They would find out the following day whether they liked it or not. What was a bigger question was how Minato even knew the Student Council were hosting a meeting tomorrow. Well…who knew and who cared? Be it a grudge on the Student Council or information fed from Ikue, it mattered little.

[color=darkorange]“Meeting’s over then,”[/color] she repeated when Minato said his piece and dismissed the members he was done speaking to. Ikue would remain on the other line until the very end of the meeting, just in case Minato felt like pulling some last-minute strings of footing her some mystery bill that would orchestrate his grand plan into design. When all was said and done and the meeting was truly commenced, she’d hang up and leave their leader to his thoughts, eager for the next day.
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