[Ochako is... actually not downstairs? That is definitely not tradition, but it only takes a few seconds for her to pop out of her room and peep down at him from over the banister. Hi.]

Up here! But be careful when you come into my room, okay? You can't open the door too wide, and you have to close it really fast!

[Aaaaaand back into her room she goes. He can hurry upstairs to find her crouched down beside her bed, speaking softly to something obviously hiding under it. Hopefully he doesn't step on the various vegetables strewn about the floor? And hopefully he don't say anything about them, either? Just. Let her live, Okuyasu. Let her live.]

It's okay! I promise he won't hurt you. Okuyasu is one of the nicest people I know...