Ashiko scowled at him, lips drawn into an adorably peeved moue of discontent. "It's ill-mannered to pour for yourself, Iori-kun," she chided but lifted her cup and set her mind to thinking up a suitable sentiment for them to drink to. He had nailed three or so together with his, but Ashiko was always more of a succinct woman despite her sometimes longwinded eloquence.

"...to looking back on the memories of friendship fondly," she said, almost shy in her delivery.