"Three blocks up and then six in that direction," Haruto recites, from memory, gesturing toward their right with his free hand. He knocks his elbow against Nitoh's when he starts bumping into him. "There's a cake at home already," he says, looking away. His baking session with Oriko had been enlightening. And full of too much mayonnaise. Besides his slightly lopsided frosting job, the cake had seemed okay, though. "But if you want dessert, I won't stop you."