Mari really does have to make a production out of everything, doesn't she? And the more words she uses to predace the action, the more Dia's shyness threatens to get the better of her.

But Mari would love that, wouldn't she. Seeing her hesitate and fumble. Dia resolves to deny her that pleasure. So resolved she is, she's practically scowling in determination, all those little creases wrinkling up her brow.

"You run your mouth too much," she grumbles, and with a decisive yank of both hands, parts Mari's robe down to the middle. Ha! There!

... Oh.