"Isn't it a bit itchy to do it like this," Fujiwara Reya said with a smile to them, "When I was little, my parents didn't allow servants to serve me; I set the dining utensils myself."
Just from this sentence, Kasahara Fumi began to imagine him as a child.
He must have been a bright and clever child, rich in imagination, with tender, easily hurt young skin, and a dreamy beauty... He was born noble but received very strict education from an early age, eventually growing to be who he is now.
"Didn't your mother teach you to be a bit more devoted?" Kawashima Miki first glanced at him before sitting down to his left with a smile, obviously already getting into character.
Kasahara Fumi hesitated, unsure where to sit.
"Come over here." Fujiwara Reya said, pointing to the dining utensils set on his right-hand side, "The utensils are already set, you can't run off to another place."
