Dinner was eaten. Hayashi and Katō had been ushered out amidst much polite bowing and words of gratitude and friendship. Dishes were put away. Everyone was sprawled over various pieces of furniture in the common room, except for Kenta and Yukari, who could at most be considered to be 'sitting very close together' instead of even 'cuddling', much less 'sprawling' on the loveseat. It was time for the announcement.
"Welcome to the First Official Clan Gōketsu Clan Meeting."
Mari's face split in a massive grin that utterly ruined the sense of gravitas Hazō had been trying for. Her eyes went wide, she clasped her hands under her chin with fingers interlaced, and let out a nigh-hypersonic squeal. "Eeeee! So adorable! You're being a grownup!" She rolled her head to the right, where Gōketsu-née-Ishihara Yukari was not-cuddling with her husband. "Isn't he adorable?"
The woman in question had clearly not internalized the concept that she was now a Gōketsu and sitting in her own absolutely enormous living room (that was in fact the size of the Ishihara-family-home ground floor) as opposed to being a guest in the house of a group of very weird ninja who did not know the basics of ninja/civilian interactions. Or maybe it was something else, she seemed to be giving Mari a terribly odd look. She wasn't sure whether to smile (so as to not offend Mari) or frown (so as not to offend Hazō) or what. She settled for an expression that could really only be described as 'nervous grimace'.
"It's okay, mom," Gōketsu Akane said. "Mari-sensei is just being a tease. She does that."
"Ah," Yukari said faintly.
"Speaking of Mari," Hazō said, desperately trying to get things...well, not
back on track, since they'd never been there in the first place, but at least moving generally in the direction of where the tracks might have been made. "Mari, you've been holding out on us. As your Clan Head, I need to know what our best agent is-- JASHIN
CHRIST, WOMAN! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR
EYES?!