Naoto sat by, keeping her face neutral despite being worried internally. It was difficult to say if Futaba would like to puppet, or would've been happier with something else. Though, what something else could be, Naoto didn't know. Maybe something more robotic looking instead of fluffy?

"... Yes, coffee would be appreciated."

Her voice cut somewhat near the end when Futaba stood to go to the bathroom... but then returned and took the carbuncle doll with her. To say she was confused was a bit of an understatement. Blinking, she looked back at Ren, Morgana, and Makoto.