"Isn't it just an itchy hand," Fujiwara Reya said with a smile to them, "When I was little, my parents didn't allow servants to serve me, so I had to set the tableware myself."
Just from this one sentence, Kasahara Fumi began to imagine what he was like as a child.
He must have been a clever and lively child with a natural gift for imagination, possessing tender and easily harmed youthful skin, dreamlike beauty... Born to nobility, he received a very strict upbringing from an early age, eventually growing into who he is now.
"Why didn't your mother teach you to be a bit more devoted?" Kawashima Miki glanced at him first, then sat down smilingly to his left, clearly already in character.
Kasahara Fumi hesitated a bit, unsure of where to sit.
"Come over here," Fujiwara Reya said, pointing to the set tableware on his right, "The tableware is already laid out, you can't just run off elsewhere."
