That's about the summation of it.

[ Their differences do indeed become starker by the minute, yet Mitsuru doesn't find that off-putting. On the contrary, she finds herself wanting to comment on how much she admires Nami for educating herself that way... but how to do that without sounding patronising? ]

That's admirable.

If my tone sounds patronising then please do not take it as such. I mean it. I'm sure your mother gave you an excellent foundation but teaching yourself the rest cannot have been an easy rendezvous.

[ As they delve further into the kitchen, Mitsuru approaches the door that leads to the pantry. Amidst all of the usual dry goods and noticeably copious amounts of fruits that don't need to be refrigerated (her personal chef had gone overboard once they had discovered what the "Queen" prefers for breakfast), there is a small additional door at the back of the storage space itself. She turns to the other woman. ]

I have absolutely no idea. [ And for once she doesn't mind that. ] I thought we might find out.

[ She is saying this as though there's no question that this exactly what they're going to be doing. ]