"Mister Obama?"
"Yes, Miss Kasuga?"
"Huh? . . .oh! You called me Miss Kasuga!"
"People deserve whatever name they would like."
"I hear you got two daughters."
"Sasha and Malia. They're a bit younger than you."
"Like Chiyo-chan?"
"They're very bright, but not quite as accelerated as Miss Chihama."
"Ah. ... 's it true you're from Hawaii?"
"On my mother's side, yes."
Osaka looks at President Obama's chest
"Wrong gender, Miss Kasuga."
"...heh heh. Oh yeah. ... I saw a picture of a boy rubbing your head."
"No, you can't."
"That's allright. It was a nice picture. What kinda fabric you like, Mr. President?"
"Um. . . fabric?"
"Yeah. Like, I got some real nice terrycloth towels. They're warm and fluffy and soft."
"I see. Well, I suppose I like a. . . Do you know, it's not a question I've often considered. I think most of my suits are some variation of worsted-"
"That's a funny name."
"It is, isn't it?"
"Wonder where it comes from. Is it the worst type?"
"Can't be, it's a good suit. I imagine the etymology is Saxon. Let's find out."
"Yeah!"