Maybe. [The weather is not something Miyaji's taken observation of since the Twelve grew bored with their previous stunt. Once it was safe to start stepping out of the house, there wasn't much use in worrying anymore. But how Miyaji operates his thoughts obviously might not apply to Suzuya and he nods belatedly, semi-agreeing with Suzuya's statement. However, before he discards the opportunity to talk candidly about the weather further, there's a distinct oddness in Suzuya's phrasing that requires his attention more.] "This year?" [Normally, Miyaji would have taken that at face value. That it's nearing the end of a calendar year but hadn't Suzuya arrived sometime close to this date? He vaguely remembers the details of Suzuya's arrival, seeing as Miyaji was one of the first people to help him settle] Has it already been a year for you, Tohzuki? [How time passes. That means that among the Seigetsu representatives, they've been here the longest thus far. It almost gives him a headache to imagine if they grow another year older in this place.

Depressing notion aside, Miyaji idly stares into the window as he senses Suzuya approach him from his side. At the sensation (eh eh eh oh) of Suzuya's shoulders against his, Miyaji attempts to adjust his position so that they aren't in such close proximity to one another but after some consideration, he finds himself not minding and presses close to him. Nervous, Miyaji ends up talking a little too eagerly about the desserts the store has to offer to distract himself from thinking about Suzuya]

Can you see the ones in the back? The assorted macaroons? [He presses his fingers against the glass. It's obvious from the fact that since they're fairly hard to spot, Miyaji must have been staring at this store for a while to immediately recognize their location. A detail he can't consider or correct as he continues on] We should buy a box. [Or ten]