Yes, yes it was. If Tyler-sensei took this seriously, then Ino was never ever coming out of her room again. Except, possibly, to die of laughter.

"And smells orangey-fresh?" she said, giggling. "Though I've got mint happening lately, so maybe minty clean. Mmmm, toothpaste."

She chewed on her pen. "Something 'bout covered in pie? Anemone and I exploded a pie at him once, that's totally logical." Logical probably wasn't the word for it. "And how his intellect is akin to..."

"...I'm really bad at this. Maybe I ought to look it up on the internet, or something. Templates. There's got to be templates, right?"