Inside the diving shop called Blue Hole.
The copper-skinned, middle-aged shop manager, Chika Mabuchi, smiled as she examined the insurance forms and said, "Miss Mouri, Miss Suzuki, Miss Ooka, and little Miss Haibara... You're each renting a full set of diving equipment, correct?"
"That's right!"
"Mikiko!"
"Coming!"
The well-built diving instructor, Kimiko Yamaguchi, came out carrying several wetsuits. She said to everyone, "Miss Mouri, Miss Suzuki, you two can wear these two size-M suits. They should fit. Miss Ooka... You'll probably need a women's XL or XXL, but it looks like we don't have one here."
She glanced at Momiji's chest, then at her own, and gave an awkward, sheepish smile.
"My wetsuit should fit you. Would it be all right if you used mine?"
"The wetsuits have all been thoroughly cleaned."
"No problem."
Momiji nodded, not minding at all.
Someone like her... really had a hard time finding clothes in the right size.
So she usually had her clothes specially patterned and made by a designer.
The diving instructor's figure was about the same as hers.
"..."
Sonoko and Ran looked at Momiji with gloomy eyes. There seemed to be both envy and, perhaps, jealousy in their gazes.
Ai Haibara, on the other hand, didn't think much of it.
Before she had become small, she had probably been about the same as Momiji, anyway.
At least she was better off than those two.
Instructor Yamaguchi then looked at Fujino and confirmed, "Mr. Fujino, you have your own wetsuit, right?"
"That's right."
Fujino silently pulled a wetsuit out of his pocket.
He had obtained it from an ordinary lottery draw.
Since he happened to have a chance to use it this time, he had brought it out.
Instructor Yamaguchi nodded, then smiled and said, "In that case, little Miss Haibara