AUDIENCE FOR: Mikazuki Munechika

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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.

[unsaid]

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.

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Ha ha ha, I asked him a number of questions -

Which I wonder if you could speak on. Does the matter of shadowy figures approaching your guests with the intent of promising their hostage’s safety, and then seizing their body sound of import to you?