Dia's lips purse in a tut. She can only imagine what sorts of pressing matters Mari has in mind -- but then, she doesn't need to keep imagining long, because not a moment later Mari's drawing her in for a kiss.

"Mm--"

She's by no means resisting, but it does catch her a little off-guard, delaying her reaction. By the time Mari's pulled back, Dia's cheeks are dusted pink, and her features are pulled into a characteristic frown.

"Most people would think to offer tea first," she chides coolly, only betrayed by her blush. "Perhaps a chance to place my bag down."