"Get your feet off my bed, or take off your shoes. Don't be gross, Satoru." Suguru stalks forward to climb on the bed and reach for the diary.

"I start a new one with every tour, you aren't going to find anything particularly juicy in there." It's not entirely true, but she had just started a new diary around the time the tour was announced. There are a few mentions of Satoru by name, mostly with notes of annoyance. There wasn't anything too deeply personal in it yet, and the one entry that might read as something deep made no mention of Satoru, simply a relationship she missed, the longing in her heart. She's not worried about Satoru reading anything too personal, but this makes her aware that she needs to be more careful.

"I don't need to eat children to make my wicked witch dreams come true," she says, ready to tussle with Satoru to get the diary out of her hands. "I eat the hearts of men. I thought you'd be familiar with my music by now, but you did have a nasty tendency of never paying attention, so really, not surprised. Why are you asking me if I want dinner? You're willing to spend time with someone you dislike that much?"