week one, saturday

[digestif]

[ You know what? They're goddamn hungry. They've been talking like crazy all day without a single break until now. Mizuki is so focused on the trial that they don't realize how hungry they even are until their stomach growls at them (fortunately, when nobody is around to hear it), and so, they stop by the dining hall for a late-night snack. It's pure chance that they run into the Count there. ]

Saint-Germain-san. Good evening. [ they seem slightly surprised to see him, but offer a smile nonetheless. ] Having some tea before bed?

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[digestif]

Haha. You might be the only one who feels that way... It seemed like it dragged on forever to me.

[ mizuki's hunger is only barely outweighing their tiredness at the moment. ]

But all right, I'll take you up on that. I wonder if there's anything to go with it around here...

[idealogy]

[poor mizuki......]

My intention was to enjoy some Oolong tea - so might I make the suggestion of fruits to pair? Of course, if you desire a heartier meal after all the excitement, I may also volunteer to make something for you.

I suppose I simply grew more energized from the liveliness of the past few hours.

[a lot happened and sanchan thought it was a grand old time]

[digestif]

That's nice... I wish I was like that... In that case, I'll take advantage of your energy, then! Oh, and if you're talking about fruit, apples and pears are my favorite.

[ they're not too proud to mooch. ]