"Ah, that's a good idea regardless, I can't think I've met some quota and then find myself in depression later!" Konoka pumped her fist, motivated by Koishi's advice on grounds that she agreed with it.

"But what do you mean by imagination?" Konoka tilted her head. Koishi was a confusing thing, still. It had to be some sort of miracle that she caught on to how Koishi described emotions.