Ami shrugged one shoulder, crouching on the back stop to wait. "It's just something I made." Whether that was an answer to the gratitude or his question was up to him to figure out, but one of the knots in her chest eased up at the sign that he at least liked them a little bit. Even if they were just a good luck charm and weapons pouch, even if she tried to seem aloof, she had worked hard on making them.

But he was right; she was still ruffled over the whole 'other student' deal. It would be hard not to be, really.

For all her attempts to be mature, to be better than her year mates, Ami was still very much a twelve-year-old girl, which meant she could nurse a bruised ego and feelings for quite a while. But she strove to ignore that for the moment, funneling all of her attention to the task at hand: namely, waiting for the cats to show.