"Fine!" Hanamaru bristles in return, "If you're too thickheaded to figure it out on your own, then--"

... and then she freezes, slack-jawed wide-eyed, indignation overtaken by a look of dread. Sure enough, behind Yoshiko's back, there stands the school librarian -- glasses glinting, the glare of disapproval on her face sharper than a thousand needles.

"Eh... erm..." Hanamaru clears her throat nervously, and then quickly catches herself and takes an apologetic bow. "S-sorry about this, ma'am, we'll pick this up right away! And we'll keep quiet from now on...!"

The librarian waits until the magazines are placed neatly back in place, then gives a stern nod of approval before heading back to her station at the front of library. Maru heaves out a sigh. She has great respect for this woman; in part due her vast knowledge in literature, and in part because she's older and shorter than her own grandma but still, when angered, manages to be one of the most intimidating forces on the surface of the Earth.

... But she and Yoshiko still have much left to talk about, and there's no way she can just hold it in until the end of the day.

She shuffles in place, a bit awkward after her outburst, and says-- "Let's go outside for a bit, then."