AUDIENCE FOR: Mikazuki Munechika

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[lepus just sighs.]

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Ha ha ha.

Thank you for entertaining the whims of an old man. Dear Lepus, do you not wish for a drink of your own before we take our seats?

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[they giggle and take a sip of their tea.]

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I prefer not to take food or drink from people when possible.

[so that's a no.]

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Is that so? A precaution?

[but if they are all good jiji will just gesture for them to take a sit somewhere. it's probably the courtyard.]

And for you, dear Vulpecula, do you enjoy the tea? I find the drinking utensil quite fun.

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[vulpecula takes a seat, still sipping at their tea.]

It's pretty good! ...do they not have, uh, straws where you're from, or something?

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[lepus slides into the seat. at vulpecula's question, they just let out a snort.]

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They are more common in the modern era, I believe. In our Citadel, we take our tea rather simply, aside from comrades who like to do what is... I believe it is considered fashionable?

[going to cafes in tokyo..... waow]

Ha ha ha, perhaps it is I who am old-fashioned.

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[vulpecula glances swiftly at lepus when they snort.]

Don't be rude!

[and then, to jiji:]

There's not anything wrong with being old-fashioned. Traditional things have stood the test of time, haven't they?

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I'm not allowed to make sounds now?

[wow. but they quiet down, with the veil making it impossible to decipher whatever they might be thinking.]

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The test of time... I suppose they have.

[fnuuy.]

Fufu... you need not worry. I do not mind what might be called 'rudeness'. Do the two of you get along well?

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[cheerfully, and while kicking lepus under the table:]

Yes!

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[as lepus pushes their chair back:]

Not a chance in hell.

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Ha ha ha. What a fun tea time.

[WHO'S HAVING FUN HERE]

Tell me, might you have time to answer a few of this moon's questions?

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[smiling (? maybe?) at lepus:]

We've got time! As for answers to your questions, that'll depend on what you're asking.

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[as they stare at presumably vulpecula, their voice dripping with honey:]

What they said.

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I appreciate your care and attention, then.

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Might you know what has become of Mari, Ercnard Sieghart's hostage?

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...youuuu did read the credits, right?

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Thought it seemed pretty self-explanatory.

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To a degree - it is best to have follow-up questions, is it not?

May I ask where she is now?

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That's between our boss and Mister Sieghart.

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[a shrug, as if to back vulpecula up on that.]

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Oh? Do you know if the owner of the hotel spoke with Ercnard Sieghart in the space between trial and his passing?

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I dunno! I'm not really into eavesdropping.

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Sounds like a question you should've asked the guy himself.