Oh, I'd love that! [Quite possibly the only hobby Sayo has outside of "reading," "writing," "doodling," "maladaptive daydreaming," and "drawing up elaborate mass murder-suicide plans" was book thrifting. She couldn't wait to see what kind of books a spooky eldritch city-

Wait a moment.

She just agreed to go shopping with Ange.

Despite stumbling into living in a house with her, Sayo had hoped to avoid Ange as much as she could. Just looking at her face was enough to provoke an unavoidable stab of guilt. Ange treating her so kindly, almost like a friend, was too much.]

I- I- I mean, erm, no! I'll be fine, Ange-sama. A- Ange-san. Your time is too valuable for furniture like me to take...

[Sayo realizes belatedly that she's probably just digging herself deeper, and preemptively winces.]