[Her Bocchan senses are tingling. Something has happened to the bocchan--
No, not exactly. She'd left to find them something warm to eat, and that's how she comes back with two blankets thrown over one arm, an earthenware pitcher of warm tea dangling from one wrist, and a plate of unidentified little cakes that smell vaguely like honey in her other hand.
Oh, and a tiny palm-sized dragon seated on her shoulder, covered in soft, black downy fuzz not unlike a duckling.]
Young master, I've--
[And that's when she stops short at the sight of Natsumi, every muscles going tense as her jaw drops. And she very nearly drops the plate, too, which would have been a tragedy.]
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No, not exactly. She'd left to find them something warm to eat, and that's how she comes back with two blankets thrown over one arm, an earthenware pitcher of warm tea dangling from one wrist, and a plate of unidentified little cakes that smell vaguely like honey in her other hand.
Oh, and a tiny palm-sized dragon seated on her shoulder, covered in soft, black downy fuzz not unlike a duckling.]
Young master, I've--
[And that's when she stops short at the sight of Natsumi, every muscles going tense as her jaw drops. And she very nearly drops the plate, too, which would have been a tragedy.]