Ahaha... sounds like a plan. [She's not... excited by the prospect. Ai is a real Big Deal, it's just Lisa that isn't.] I'd like that, then. Maybe just a drink, though? I definitely didn't trust my classmates' cooking when it was me serving, and I can't imagine it got much better since then. This was already a... measured risk, let's call it.

[As she speaks, she turns and gestures down a hallway with the yakisoba pan; Ai had found her in the third-year hallway where Lisa so vividly remembers, uh. Stressing over things a lot? That hasn't changed much with time, although she has more constructive coping mechanisms now than "stand in an empty classroom and stare into space".]

My classroom's right down this way, we can start there?