Breakfast for Torako was rather eventually. She had taken a long, nice bath the previous night and calmed herself down. Oh, deep down, she was still angry about what she'd witnessed. But there was no point in dwelling on it unless it happened again. As such, she had let the warm water soak her skin, and had a nice, long rest in a comfortable bed, before awakening refreshed the next morning and putting on yet another pretty kimono. She had packed many, of course, for when one was not clean.

As of now, the pale-haired girl showed not even the barest sign of the violent and focused behavior she had displayed the previous knight. The ditzy human sinkhole had returned, ordered eight bowls of delicious soup, and proceeded to down them at great speed, as if someone would steal them if she did not. Soup vanished into her over and over and over again, and all she could think about was how utterly delicious it was in every way.