“What was that for?” Needy asks, as Jennifer closes her phone with a smug grin. “Those guys almost sacrificed you to Satan!”

“Yeah, but you sacrificed me to Satan instead,” Jennifer replies.

“All your scones?” Eleanor scoffed. “It’s not like you made them.”

“Actually,” said Tahani, who was so tall that Eleanor had to crane her neck to look her in the eye, “I did.”

Eleanor didn’t know what to say to that. “Well—well,” she sputtered. “They’re not that great anyway!” She glanced around the table and picked up the first thing she saw. “I like this pie more!” she said, wrapping it in a napkin and shoving it into her purse just for show.

“I made those too,” Tahani said.

“My name is -” she says, and her voice is too loud. “Um, sorry.” She clears her throat. “I’m Mitsuha Miyamizu.” She bows, short and awkward. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But the stranger is looking at her curiously. Mitsuha thinks he must be trying to figure out how he recognizes her; Mitsuha is trying to remember as well. “Your name must’ve slipped my mind, I guess,” he says, taking a step down towards her. “My name is Taki Tachibana.”

Mitsuha’s palm tingles, but the name brings nothing to mind. She thinks she would’ve remembered a man like him, someone who makes her feel like she’s known him all her life upon their first meeting.

“Well, I suppose it’s lucky that I’ve forgotten your name, too,” she says.

Joaquin doesn’t like Maria. Which means he also doesn’t like Manolo, because the way he feels about the two of them is pretty much the same.