[This time, Natsuru reacts in time to catch the brick. ... It smells like normal gingerbread, mixed with the chocolate that's been raining on it. But she's not about to take a taste. Still not sure what'll happen once everything's back to normal.]
... You're sure you don't want to come in?
[If she's going to be here anyway, she'd rather have her where she can keep an eye on her instead of waiting for her to crash in from the roof after eating a hole in it.]
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... You're sure you don't want to come in?
[If she's going to be here anyway, she'd rather have her where she can keep an eye on her instead of waiting for her to crash in from the roof after eating a hole in it.]