"It's not like you to get nervous, Mari-san," Dia tuts, grazing her lips faintly along hairline before pulling back to meet her eyes. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then adds--

"But it's cute."

And she leans in for a quick, flustered peck on the lips, before Mari can make her regret that remark.

"Well-- come on." Withdrawing, she rises to her feet, and offers a hand out to Mari. "Let's be sure we do this properly."