[It always is?! What does that mean?! Except that's pretty true in Chaldea at least, isn't it . . . humans are always on the brink of disaster, it's so annoying . . .

Ibaraki hops easily up onto one of the counters, a side one that Chisa isn't likely to need the space of, to swing her legs off the edge and watch from a front row seat. Depending on how interesting this is, she may end up encroaching on the cooking space after all.]

The Sengoku period is okay, but what I really want is a mille crepe cake! That shouldn't be a problem for you, big-mouthed human!