"Hey, Kamijou-kun, when's your next violin practice?" Sayaka yells through the heavy curtain of violin notes.

"EHHH? What you say?" Kamijou, of legal age, hollers back.

Sayaka motions at the violin and Kamijou halts his playing, flicking back his silky silver hair with a smooth smile on his pale face. "Do you want to go over to Madoka's place today? We are partaking in a tea party!" invites Sayaka, her sapphire eyes glinting with hope.

"M-madoka's place? Will her dad be there?" Shyness covers his voice with a warm blanket.

"Uh, probably? Why do you ask?"

Kamijou looks away, his noble brow furrowing. "Don't ask me difficult questions, baka…"

"...Ok then. Let's go!" Sayaka grabs his hand and they run off towards the place of their destiny.

At the Madoka household, the girls and Kamijou gather around the dainty glass table in the living room. The burble of their light chatter filled the room with lovely notes of mirth. Mami had prepared a variety of shortcakes and petites fours, each hand decorated with pearly sprinkles and her motherly love. Strawberries and raspberries coated with icing sugar and honey glaze adorn the mini cupcakes. Icing swirls and chocolate drizzle dance with the tarts in glorious harmony. Each delicacy is a work of art, in taste, in appearance and most of all, feeling.

"Thanks for the food!" everyone yells.

"I'll get some tea for you guys," Mr. Madoka volunteers, stepping out in his sky blue apron. In the kitchen, he murmurs, "My chance has come at last! To reveal the spring of my everlasting feelings!"

Upon catching a glimpse of Mr. Madoka, Kamijou immediately blushed and looked down. He hurriedly tries to bury his feelings by stuffing an entire cupcake in his mouth- right as Mr. Madoka comes back into the room. Their eyes meet for a moment, before Kamijou chokes on his cupcake. Sayaka pounds on his back, with a loud BAMMY WHAM, while yelling, "Don't go, Kamijou-kun! Don't leave us! We need you! I need you!"

"What on ear-" Mr Madoka cuts himself off before he goes any further.

"Papa, what are you saying?" Madoka, intrigued, asks.

"Nothing, my dear daughter." Mr. Madoka looks back at Kamijou. "Move over, girls, I'll give him some first aid." He rushes over and picks Kamijou up bridal style, carrying him over into the pantry.

"Papa, there's no objects of healing in the pantry!" Madoka points out, but Mr. Madoka pretends not to hear her. Meanwhile, Sayaka's eyes narrow as suspicion begins to gnaw at her. What could Mr Madoka be doing with her man?

"Mr. Madoka, what are we doing here in the pantry? Especially alone?" Kamijou stutters.

"How can we be alone when we're together?" Mr. Madoka soothes. He sits Kamijou down on a shelf, and their eyes meet again. Heartened by Kamijou's intense amber gaze, Mr. Madoka says, "I booked the flight to Hawaii already. The only left is the vows."

"What?!" An anguished cry breaks through the intimacy.