The sound of sushi only made the model smile even more. For someone who almost always kept a straight face outside of the spotlight, Kikuya was on a roll today. Perhaps it was due to being around Whisper, who knew. She still couldn't get over the fact it had been so long! It was like a miracle of some sort that the two of them were to end up in Scarlet Oak together. This definitely called for shopping trips and spa nights down the road, along with some potential free garments.
As they entered the kitchen, Makoto trotted along with them, keeping closer to Whisper than Kikuya. She caught sight of her familiar picking favorites and couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit. Silly kitty. And she knew the moment Whisper stopped paying attention to him, he would be right back at Kikuya's feet pleading to her for attention with his blue eyes. Makoto was lucky he was so cute or else Kikuya would have ditched him a while ago. The model quickly grabbed a plate of sushi and sat down at the table, making sure her dress wasn't caught on anything. Oh and there were even chopsticks, wonderful!
"Seconduhand-ah crothing?" Kikuya vaguely remembered the term, predominately due to some bitchy models smack talking about someone last year at a show and used it to describe her look. The thought of wearing anything but designer clothing made Kikuya wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Why you pick-ah her?" Then again, Kikuya had learned that a perfect model could throw on a potato sack and make it look couture, so perhaps this girl did have something in her... Ugh, but it pissed her off! Dismissing the thought, she took a bite of the sushi, eyes widening in approval. "Very goodu, Jerordu."