"I made all the stuff I passed out on Valentine's Day. That's what you're supposed to do." Usually in regards to chocolate, but given that she grew up in a textile shop it was perhaps understandable that her sense of what was normal and what wasn't was rather skewed. It was important to make something with your feelings in it, after all.

Her cousin was a rather nondescript teenager, lacking the vibrant coloring Ami had inherited from the other branch of her family tree. He was skinny, with brown hair and wire-rimmed spectacles, only looking up from his work when one of his parents called back for him to help with some aspect of the shop. On one such errand he glanced up and gave Shisui a cordial nod, eyes flicking to the back stoop where Ami was already petting the cats that had begun to gather before he ducked into one of the various storerooms.

Apparently, Ami spent most of her time either out training or at home, with few visitors.