Hanamaru's teeth worry lightly at her lip, and she pauses to take a pensive sip of tea.

"That's true. I mean, I'm sure we've both changed, and forgotten stuff here and there... but that doesn't mean the memories I have aren't important to me."

Maybe it's a little strange. Most kids her age don't think much about kindergarten. But Yoshiko was one of her first friends, and when they moved on to different schools, Hanamaru hadn't gotten that close to anyone else for a very long time. Not until becoming a Pretty Cure, and finding herself in the middle of a whole group of friends out of sheer dumb luck. A kind trick of fate.

But it's been a long, long few years.

"You were always nice to me, Yoshiko-chan, even when the other kids made fun of me." She utters the words cautiously, a little self-conscious. Those times were precious to her, indeniably, but she wonders if this bout of reminescence would strike Yoshiko as odd.

"Remember when I tripped over a rock and hurt my knee, and you helped me up and took me to the teacher? I was crying so much. I thought you really looked like an angel back then..."

She trails off into a murmur, and then perks up again, hiking her skirt up to point at her bare knee. "I still have this tiny scar right here, see?"