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Everyone made mistakes. Even Hope's Peak Academy, whether it came from subpar materials for repairing Class 77-B's classroom (if only because Akane and Nekomaru threatened to destroy it on a near-weekly basis) to mixing up the post addressed to the various Main Course students who lived on campus. Much of Sonia's own had to be picked up at the mailroom itself, from pieces of jewelry sent by white-gloved courier services to boxes and tins of her favorite teas and snacks from home. With the amount of security clearance needed and the Ultimate Princess's wish not to retain personal security (or an assistant, or maids) on campus, it left the school with little choice but to let the blonde saunter down to the mailroom each day when the blue slips appeared at her dorm room door, indicating she had a parcel to retrieve.
Thus, that afternoon it wasn't the blue slip of paper that surprised her, despite it being addressed to someone else: no, it was the two packages that accompanied it: one relatively flat, like a poster or book, and the other rectangular and decorated with an array of stickers and handwritten labels: from a diner of sorts? Whatever a diner was. Still, the post delivery person had made errors: three of them, for all of Teruteru Hanamura's post had been delivered by accident to her dormitory room door.
"I should just take these to him," She'd murmured, after stooping down to collect them from her doorstep. "It'll take longer for the mailroom to sort it out and on a weekday afternoon, he should be here." Retrieving her purse and locking her door, Sonia took the flight of stairs down a floor to yet another corridor of student residences before stopping in front of the Ultimate Chef's door. Truth be told, she wasn't sure what she'd find behind it: culinary delights or...ahem. Other interests she politely tried to ignore, at least until he ceased them. Temporarily. Sonia balanced the packages in one arm and with her free hand, she knocked three times on Teruteru's door.
"Hanamura-san? It is me, Sonia-san!" She spoke, loud enough that hopefully he could hear it through the door. "I believe your post was delivered to my door by mistake! You've got three...two parcels and a note that, let me see, three dozen frozen eels should be retrieved from the mailroom! I did not wish for you to misplace these, so I've brought them to you."
Sonia briefly wondered what sort of dish required the usage of three dozen eels, but decided, at present at least, not to question it. They were popular in Japanese cuisine but not so much in her own homeland: the idea of eating oily, snake-like fish did not quite appeal to the Novosonian aristocracy: it was far from elegant, and everything that pertained to her family and their chosen friends was required to be elegant and extravagant. It made her current dining plans all the more exquisite: a trip to the convenience store or a fast food restaurant. She'd never been allowed to visit either at home and in Japan, Sonia knew from anime that was what normal teenagers did. So she too would engage in an array of fried, fatty, and sweet foods, just like her favorite characters.
