Piping black tea, it was an indulgence that the spellcaster accepted hesitantly. Marred hands resting on her knees, thankfully hidden by the table cover, as her fingers pry and dig into her skirt. Antsy habits, unfortunately, never grew out of style for her, unlike most. An exchange of service without repayment was already nothing that was going to bode for the next week.
Alas, the work of the Tohno housemaids was to serve their guests. Both as the representative faces of their hostess performed accordingly in place of her absence. Despite the glaring hostility that may arise between the world of magus and others mixed in the supernatural world, the tolerance was enough to get by. Thankfully, the housemaids are far less saturated and involved in politics than Sophie could ever be. However, that did not bring any further comfort to the woman whose life was walking on a constant tightrope.
“Miss Kohaku, my apologies, I had not meant to–” The copper-haired woman raised her head, stunned by the words that had left her. It was a moment of weakness, having slipped into some rather vague situation surrounding her younger sisters; nothing of Sophie dared to reveal anything about her family. But perhaps it was kinship shared with the other, another elder sister. Or maybe it was the prolonged sleep deprivation weakening her private nature.
“Ah–” Words gathered on her tongue’s tip relinquished their right to speak up on further listening. Kohaku expressed interest in having a solution, a stark difference from the younger Hisui’s stoicism and passiveness. Playing the role of the listener but not provoker, it was a role that the hatmaker was on various occasions. However, voicing against it - that was not, now was it?
To deny after being denied, what kind of fool are you, Sophie? Keep quiet.
“The situation with this the sir is certainly is surely one that needs to be resolved,” she murmurs in agreement.
Eyes trained on the maid, how precisely she raised the teacup to her lips while discussing ‘comeuppance’ tickled her. It must simply be a case of her nerves for overthinking and starting to see things..! Kohaku, after all, speaks such ways out of good faith and deep understanding, of course!
“Payback?” Sophie parrots back while sitting once more in her chair. Her hand haunts over her side. “Your proposal is–” Sigh of relief. “Ah, it is a proposal of a humorous kind then.” Her hand falls to her lap.
Another kind of proposal and plan was an attempt. And all that yielded was an orchid of welts underneath her left breast and on her hip.
“Take advantage of his blind spots and expose him at his weakest. There should be plenty of opportunities that present themself, given..” She holds herself from revealing more information than she must.
“The 'good sir’ is a particularly chummy individual; he tends to have an exponentially open schedule in the evening, marking it off as something related to his business. Most of his success comes from his social strengths, though. But late-night drinking and carousing can only do so much for someone."
“His weakness is his gluttonous approach to everything.”
“We are already in agreement, then.” There would be other ways to deal with the good sir in question, with the situation the miss Hatter held in her hands, yet she could tell that this was not something that was needed in the moment, nor would the good miss before her be interested in such tactics. Perhaps even would be strictly opposed, even with others - ones even more deserving. So she let such thoughts go, staying with her humorous approach.
“Then that is what you must use for your advantage.” A simple suggestion, a clear point to strike in. Perhaps there would be more specific information, but she was only a maid at the Tohno facility; entertaining the guest while the head of the house was unable to join her basking in the gentle afternoon sun. It was not her place to pry for more information.
“Perhaps you can do something regarding the ‘gluttonous approach’, as you so say.” Though the possibilities endless, Kohaku kept it vague enough to simply leave a seed of thought, of possibility, ones she would know how to utilize with what she held. “A way to keep him home for the night and the following day as well.”
Setting the cup down on the saucer, Kohaku simply smiled sweetly to give an air of calmness and joy to the situation. It would not do to spook the guest; no doubt she had come to meet Akiha with important business in mind. Only the tiniest mischief was allowed with her guests.
“Simply keep it in your thoughts, it need not be anything grand.”