Hm? [her apron is draped over her shoulder as sunny balances the cash drawer, flipping through the same stack of bills for the third time, just to make sure she hadn't miscounted. finally satisfied, she pushes the drawer back into the register, and then throws him a wry look from over her shoulder.] Plans? Good joke, Akira.

You said that didn't have any, right? Earlier, I mean. [releases her hair from its ponytail, combing her fingers through the tangles] Are you just going to head home?