[With Marie, everything is a fancy tea party. Either figuratively or, in this case, literally]

That’s perfect! I can lend you a cute nightgown or pajamas or... [Marie is already browsing through her wardrobe in her mind, trying to pick out something that would suit Kurumi best]

My pleasure to properly meet you, Kurumi! [Marie smiles at her from the other side of table, teacup in her hand] My name is Marie Antoinette, I was... in the Queen Club?

[Calling it like this will sound more relatable for Kurumi, right?]