-Knowledge-
Ami was the smart one. Ask anyone and all fingers would point to the bluenette. She always had a plan, of some kind, tucked away in that brain of hers. She was almost as cunning as Minako in this regard. Almost.
But Ami was the one who could pull facts from thin air and they be correct. She helped with school work and got them all into high school, and later into college.
She'd deny it. Of course. It was just her way.
Looking around her, Ami noticed little things in the apartment. Her favorite digital station was playing softly from Makoto's computer, creating an ambiance of soft background noise.
Her books and notes were neatly stacked beside her computer (they weren't there this morning), along with a plate of light sandwhiches.
A pillow and heating pad had been resting in her chair, at her back. She briefly remembered telling Makoto in passing that it had been aching today.
And now said woman was standing beside her, offering her a cup of warm tea and a kind smile.
Ami returns the smile as she takes the mug from the Amazon and taking a sip of the hot liquid inside. If she was so smart, then why was it Makoto who always knew what to do?