Papi's circumstances, at least

"Now that I think of it," Papi commented as she looked at her soft serve vanilla ice cream cone, sitting next to Kimihito. "I guess the Cultural Extra Special Program or whatever did say that I cant't go out alone."

"It's Cultural Exchange between Species." Kimihito corrected from his seat next to her on the bench, holding a blueberry popsicle. Not that Papi was paying attention. "But it's so hard to remember that rule! So when the Terminator looked away-" "you mean coordinator" "-I flew off!"

"...Isn't that bad?"

"It's okay! I've flown off loads of times before, and they never got mad!" Papi chirped happily, before looking pensive as she took one of her 'wing hands' off of her cone. "But they said the next time I do that, they're going to deflower me... I wonder what that means?"

Kimihito stalled, as he was pretty sure the agents weren't planning to take her virginity. It didn't take long to click. "YOU MEAN DEPORT!? You really ARE in trouble!"

"Ah!" Papi chirped, watching her ice cream cone fall from her 'hands'. "AHH! I didn't even get a bite! Waaaahhh! It's so hard to hold!" She started crying, tearing up. Kimihito still thought this was a relatively minor issue, but he was never good with dealing with a girl's tears. Sighing, he offered his own uneaten popsicle, holding it out in front of him. "Oh well... want a bite?"