"Yeah, well," Nico grumbles a non-answer. She knows there's more she should say -- she's just not sure what it is. Where to begin, how to respond. She breaks off a piece of cake with her fork, drops it into her mouth, chews, swallows.

She then takes an unmissably loud breath and forces out unmissably fake laugh.

"Boy, but to think you missed Nico that much, huh? Well, it's not like I can blame you. As club president and the most knowledgeable, most talented and cutest idol, there's no doubt I really held the group together! It's a wonder the rest of you can keep it up without me at all!"