[She started to work on rolling it while she saw the lights out of the corner of her eye again, smirking a bit to herself. Of course it was pretty. Makoto had no reason to know what it meant. Nobody did. Why not want to enjoy the show?]

I can roll this out, so why don't you enjoy the show a little? As long as there's no harm, perhaps we could see it from the roof after dinner? Assuming it's continuing at least.

[By then, it would be at its zenith, know it or not.]