Sounds good. Call me dense or whatever, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to get out of these blank canvases.

[ She's always been more into sports than studies; even if Ritsuka doesn't strongly identify as either a jock or a nerd in the battle of high school society, she knows she leans more in one direction than the other. There's probably some deep artistic meaning to having an entire hall of these blank canvases, but she doesn't really get it.

So instead, she grabs Monika's sleeve and tugs. ]

C'mon, let's get out of here and get coffee or something. You can tell me more about horror tropes or something. I'd be happy to listen.