[He listens intently, eyelids lowering to better allow a mental image to form; although he doesn't recall meeting her Husbands, the faceless mannequins he subs in are pretty close in build and stance, at the very least.

There's a soft hum right at the culmination, if only because he's glad he hasn't had to deal with that sort of confusion yet. And maybe because he's glad that someone else understands his feelings regarding other versions of his loved ones. All Masamunes are his, after all; treasured and adored, the lot of them. And hearing that Chisa's had that same feeling means that he doesn't have to feel greedy.]

At least they were...Still yours, if not yours. I understand wholeheartedly how that is, though I cannot imagine having all of them meet at once. I fear that would, perhaps, only make things harder for me whether they got along or not.

[Ah-- none of the servers have zundamochi on their trays, though. Time to head towards the kitchens! A sharp turn, and he cocks his head apologetically.] ...Do you feel spoiled, too? For having them all...And being able to know them all, like this. I think I am the happiest Kojuro alive, in truth.

And I will have some food put into nurimono for them, if you wish. Are they more fond of sweets, or meats?