[ There's something quiet that catches in her smile. A note of understanding maybe? She doesn't let it linger long, leaning back on her hands and looking up as she considers the right words for the occasion. ]

But you don't want to forget them, right? Even if thinking about them or seeing something that reminds you of those times feels bittersweet. It's important. That's what I think.

[ And she leaves it at that, because that isn't the purpose of the exercise. Minako leans forward again, her smile bright once more. ]

You don't have a dog, do you? He'd he here if you did.