#((a polite boy...))

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🎄 Truthfully, waking up to little green plants sprouting up all across the monastery isn't the strangest thing Leo's encountered. So far, he's managed to avoid being caught unawares underneath the mistletoe, until he slipped into the dining hall. They were everywhere, along the ceiling, the support beams. "Lady Mitama," Leo greets with a dip of his chin. "Apologies for never paying you back for the taffy. May I kiss your hand now, in repayment?"

Mitama’s initial plan had been to simply sleep through the day and ignore taking part of the latest craze that had taken the castle by storm. She then quickly realized that there was no guarantee it would simply last for the day, and quickly gave up on that plan.

“Ah, Lord Leo.” Mitama smiles politely as she mimics his greeting. She even has the grace to stifle the yawn that had been starting. “No payment is needed. If I demanded a payment for every good deed I did, I would certainly be far more richer than I am after father dragged me into his mess.’

Truly, she had forgotten the taffy incident all together. To think Lord Leo had it on his mind for so long. Mitama could almost laugh at the thought. After all, she was hardly someone to concern oneself about.

With a laugh, Mitama offers the requested hand. “Kindness acknowledged / and request found suitable / favored by fortune.”