[ Truth is, Sakura is not usually so forward. It's a Japanese thing, politeness and modesty, and all that. However, magic is a spark for her: excitement over taking manners, spurring her on to be a bit more eager than usual. ]

It's a little strange- [a beat.] I mean, magic isn't strange-- but that everyone here knows it's real. That's different! [ She gives Hiro a sheepish look. ] I always hated keeping secrets.

[ Back home, Sakura can't even tell her father about her powers. ]

Hiro-san. [She tilts her head, and then smiles even brighter. ] You're Japanese! [a pause, as she tries to shift to her native language. Even though Sakura pronounces the words right, they come out all wrong. The magic of Drabwurld in action. ] Nice to meet you!

I've been to the welcome feast and the tourney, but never anything this spooky! Is this supposed to be like Halloween?

[ Meanwhile, Sakura doesn't even care about courts. Friends can be made anywhere, and what reason is there to encourage a rivalry when they're all the same in the end. Strangers in a strange place, taken from their homes and brought into a new world. They should all be working together! ]