[For once, Mami doesn't seem aware of being scrutinized. The contented expression lingers as she glides back and forth across the ice, fading only when the conversation turns entirely to Kyouko.]

Oh, I guess you haven't met her yet, huh? Kyouko Sakura. A little taller than me, red hair about this long... [She gestures with her hands.] She's way too impatient and gruff to be anyone's idea of a princess.

[Her smile is still there, but it's dimmed slightly. Faintly sad, almost wistful for all that Mami speaks of the other girl with a certain measure of that same fondness. Less than before, though, more like a yearning for something long since lost.]