"Try some of the snacks for an appetizer," Ami suggests. They are nothing like the caviar, pâté, and fine champagne found at the lavish Mizuno house parties, but they're delicious. At least, she thinks they are. "I hope you like them," she adds, a little shyly.

Chairs have migrated throughout the house, so Ami only needs a moment to find a spot she and Daisy can sit to talk. They're the folding-chair type, not exactly plush seats, but Ami seems equally at home there, crossing her legs neatly at the ankles.