I haven't done anything Special A-related for a while, so why not refresh my memory of the anime by writing a fanfic? :D
I'm writing this story out of sheer memory, so sorry if I get something wrong ^^`
"Hikariiii!" Akira jumped a few unrealistic anime-yards into the air and landed right on her back.
"A-Akira!" Hikari stuttered. "Hello!"
Megumi held up her notepad.
"Merry...Christmas..." Hikari bent over to read what was written. "Oh! Merry Christmas to you too, Megumi-chan!" Hikari smiled.
Megumi flipped the page.
"There needs to be..." Hikari read the page again. "...some food for the festival. Oh! Megumi-chan, do you want me to cook something for the festival?"
Megumi nodded and flipped the page, yet again.
"I know you're not fond of cooking, but we can't make Akira-chan do all the cooking either." Hikari read aloud.
"N-no, Megumi-chan. It's fine! I can do all the cooking! I like cooking!" Akira stuttered and beamed as wide as she could manage.
Megumi shook her head and pointed to another sentence at the bottom.
Akira bent down to read.
"Kei is already in the kitchen."
Everyone stood quiet for a moment.
"Takishima...is in the kitchen already." Hikari broke the silence.
"I BET I CAN COOK SOMETHING BETTER THAN HE CAAAAANNN!!" Hikari took off running to the greenhouse.