[Jessica gets a piercing but bemused stare at the commentary on "Ammy."] A dog. That can talk. Is possessed of a remarkably congenial disposition. And teaches mystical philosophy and martial arts. Named after a goddess, you say. [After all the revelations that had pelted Sayo one after another, both of her own state as a former piece and the existential dread-inducing nature of Trench, she'd been able to roll with the idea of a very handsome good girl being a literal actual goddess.

However she was going to follow up that playful ribbing is struck from her mind when Jessica lowers her head and her voice in that bow, all the blood rushing from her cheeks to the tips of her ears drowning out all the witty repartée she had been ready to unleash.]

I- um- hm

No, no, no, it's fine- I, er-

[Sayo flaps her hand and looks away, unable to contain her blush. While she could play the part of the smooth operator when Himiko wasn't overwhelming her defenses with every word, Sayo apparently still has some chinks in her armor.]

R- Right. I was hoping you'd play a prank on Kokichi, Michael's understudy. N- N- Nothing major, don't worry! I just want to get him back for a few days ago, that's all. I was, um, actually wondering what ideas you'd concoct for such a plot if left to your own devices, if I'm being honest...