Momoko frowns slightly but decides against commenting on 'fluffy'. She's beginning to wonder if he even pays attention to what comes out of his mouth. What exactly is fluffy about her clothes?

"Sweet is good," she says instead, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Apparently they were forgoing Arena strategy discussions for the moment to talk about Momoko's alcohol education. Considering how she preferred to spend her time pretending her time in the Arena wasn't rapidly coming up, she was rather okay with this. "I like sweet." She glances down the street when they exit the building and frowns again.

"I don't know any place to eat," she confesses. "I eat in my rooms. Or at," she wrinkles her nose. "--the 'parties'."