[ Nami can gather enough from the context not to take Mitsuru literally - high school isn't literally up high, probably - but she shakes her head at the question. ] Is that a big school where you learn different subjects? Big cities might have those, but, there wasn't anything like that in my village. I learned to read and write from my mom, and I taught myself how to do the rest from books.

[ Another thing to add to the pile of drastic differences between them - not that Nami has the time to think about something like that when she's being led from one grand interior to another. Chuckling as Mitsuru dismisses her little joke about the riding crop, her expression goes from amused to amazed rapidly after stepping into the truly palatial kitchen, wandering further into the room as she debates whether or not Sanji would have a heart attack in ten, or twenty paces if presented with a space to work like this one. ]

A hidden passage? [ Curiousity piqued, Nami's attention returns to Mitsuru, raising her eyebrows at the other woman. ] Where does it take you? Somewhere up here or?