Kozue went a bit red in the face. Portly? It took self-control to keep from patting at her stomach and looking down, even though no matter how portly she might have been, the obi would have hidden it completely. That thing was like a board wrapped around her midsection; there really was a board on the back, to be fair.
"I… wait, you didn't talk to her."
She breathed a sigh of relief, and her shoulders sunk a little, as her posture relaxed. She wasn't going to get totally busted--or snooped on--or whatever. No parental meddling. More importantly no Fumiko meddling. "Sorry, I shouldn't get so flustered," she said, laughing (and still flustered, of course). "So, what did you order?"