“Please, don’t use such rude language with me. I said it was only a small suggestion.” How did repeating that make it any better? It was most questionable. “You know, I bet even Marie Antoinette was a little more modest and humble than you,” I said. “She’s something like my disciple,” Senjogahara replied. “In what timeline?!” “I wish you’d stop casually riffing off of everything I say. You’re acting like we’re buddies or something. Listening to you, a stranger might even think that we’re classmates.” “We are classmates!” How much was she going to disavow me? That was just too cold. “Jeez…” I lamented. “I guess dealing with you requires an unbelievable amount of patience.” “Araragi. The way you put that, it almost sounds like I’m the one who’s hard to get along with, not you.” That’s exactly what I wanted to say. “Actually, where’s your own bag?” I asked her. “You’re empty- handed. Do you not carry one?” In fact, I couldn’t remember ever seeing Senjogahara carrying anything with her. “I have all my textbooks stored inside my head. So I just leave them in my school locker. If I hide all my stationery around my body, there’s no