superhslflorist:

Maple extended her arm in her normal fashion: very excitedly.  ”Hello, I’m Maple!  Super Highschool Level Florist, at YOUR service.”  She hopped on her feet, but her face remained calm and sweet.

“Sumiko?  What a pretty name… I’m just Maple.  Very American, right?” she sighed.

Sumiko seemed a bit disgruntled by the other’s hyperactivity for a moment, but slowly shook her hand.

“Pleasure to meet ya, Maple,” Her old manners were showing again, and she bit the last part of that sentence a little short. “Florist.. Flora… You work with flowers, right?”

“–Sumiko’s a pretty common name, I guess. Don’t meet a lotta Maples, though. It sounds more Canadian than American to me, but what can ya do.”

“Geez, too many of y'all to even count. What did I do to have such an honor bestowed upon a wretch such as myself?”

“Just kidding. Name’s Sumiko. Just Sumiko. You can call me Sumiko-san-chan-sama-senpai-kohai-whatever, just use Sumiko. Super High School Level Trapezist, at your service.”