[Oh, she doesn't like that either, she finds. The way the tea is sort of suspended is interesting maybe, in the way a lava lamp could be, but this is a slime-person with tea floating in him presumably to be slowly digested by his entire being?

She's going to watch and see if it recedes into him or filters around. Call it morbid fascination.

Meanwhile, she can only wonder if Hinata is the type to experience performance anxiety, or to crack under the expectations of others. She really doesn't think so, but he insists more often than not on being as dry as a bowl of rice left out uncovered for too many hours. With a tie on, for effect.]

I suppose some people simply don't enjoy being the center of attention.

[That's more outward musing than a response.

She takes another sip of her tea. It's actually pretty good. Anyways:]

What if I said for rigging lights? Or using smoke machines for dramatic effect instead of obfuscation? Unless you're going to tell me you haven't seen a single live performance in your life.

[She raises her eyebrows for emphasis.

If he says no, she'll believe him. But also: she will be disappointed.]