"Humble maiden comes / hoping to receive some aid / clever boy provides?" Mitama laughs sheepishly. Some time has passed since she last saw the mage, hmm? "What a silly game this is, hmm? Though any opportunity to practice my poetry, I suppose. Would you mind? I think I am doing quite well. Or would you prefer I flatter you further first?"
It’d been a little while, yes, but that didn’t make him any less enthused to see his friend anew. Meeting Mitama with a bright smile, he laughed. “You’re playing? I thought about it, but...” He waved his hand. He glanced down at the boxes he’d been carrying down the beach. He had other plans.
He pauses a moment, thinking, thinking... he was quick, but nowhere near as quick as her, she who’s devoted herself to this particular craft.
“Clever boy wonders / if clever girl loses touch / imagery, lacking.”
He laughed again. “A little more flattery couldn’t hurt,” he said with a wink, “but you’ve got a game to win so... Here ya go, sans fanfare. One Ewan Special Signature comin’ right up!”
