Seto Nanzo
It was true in a sense, that even if he had left Momo and went home it would have been okay. He did invite her to join him, but it wasn't difficult to make up an excuse. She did, however, risked her position and reputation as a member of the Society in order to converse with him; he had to give credit for that. Who could resist such pleads from a damsel, anyway?
And so, unlike his expectations of mere minutes ago he found himself being accompanied once more. This time though, he was surrounded by the scenery of the evening rather than by deceitful interactions of people. While he was not one for admiring his surroundings, it still felt like a relief to be outside and to feel the night air against his cheek. The way voices and music lazily drifted from the doorway he had just crossed, though failing to reach Seto's ears any stronger than a mosquito's whining, gave an illusory impression that the boring ceremony was just a dream. An impression which quickly melted away by Momo's cheery voice. He gave himself a moment to think about his past tinkering, a hand going up to his chin and mumbling to himself as much as answering.
"Ah, I believe we are referring to a type of Land Camera. It is not impossible to find a seller, but perhaps they may come to be quite... lacking, shall we say, in appearance and originality." He absent-mindedly nibbled at the piece of baguette he received to his mouth, then spoke directly to Momo.
"Very well, does Lady Momo have a particular device in mind? for example its appearance or added features; perhaps one built-in to a handbag, or something resembling a mobile phone?"