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   Jade oculi espy some stack of neglected dishes and silverware near, all of which had been lain abandoned at their stations, despondent in their dirtied and worn states. There's little else to be done but clean them (as surely he was expected to do so) and digits weave their weary path along a plate's surface, broken nails digging into the threadbare sponge and scrapping at the residue with a vigor reserved for only the most sarcastic of actions. He was a soldier, not a maid.

     An enemy or ally -- still, the predicament brought forth to a      demanding bout. Grasping hold of her revolver, the sleuth      resumed her position of kneeling down to await the stranger.      No hesitation would be committed if it was a Shadow.      Depending the person, albeit human or inhuman, some      restraint may occur. Calm down . . . and aim to be precise . . .      very well then . . . my time is up . . . , her body lifted itself      before coming out of her hiding place. The revolver swiftly      aiming to the other, keeping a keen eye to the suspicious      character.

     They look pretty burnt, and they're not as good looking as Usagi's cookies... but she's confident that the taste is a hundred times better than the older girl's.