Eat breakfast.

Everybody at Castle Phoenix abides by a completely different schedule. You don't always see everyone around the breakfast table, and those who do come, appear at separate times. Those who choose to skip breakfast might already be out working, or lazing about in the courtyard. As long as the castle is protected, it doesn't really matter. People are simply going about their lives. Even you don't always sit down before the throne with a platter of food, though you do often. When Summer isn't absolutely destroying the plate with honey, she makes amazing meals, and it's a great start to your day.

A gorgeous sight comes into view as you chew the last bite of scrambled eggs. You first notice her dress--a kimono, regal black with pink, white, and purple flowers decorating up from the bottom and down the sleeves. The strap binds snug right beneath her bust, propping them up undoubtedly on purpose. There must be cuts made in the back, because two sets of wings protrude outwards with swirling patterns. The outfit looks elegant over her brown skin, and pale fluffy hair--a large pink flower resting through the side. She peers at you closely with violet eyes as she continues across the room. Her wood sandals tap against the floor in a rhythmic pattern.

You finish eating and inspect Luna over. Truly, she's one the most unique in appearance of who reside here, with her pair of antennae, or the natural bracers of fluff around her wrists and shins which feel more soft than anything you've ever felt. "Wow. That's a beautiful new dress. You look fancier than the Demon King. Here I am still just wearing a tunic."

She chuckles. "Oh you look as fantastic as always," she says coyly. Her boldly painted lashes flicker over her bright, wide eyes as she looks at you in a moment of pause before continuing. "Do you recognize it?"

"Yeah it's a kimono. Masumi was wearing one too. It would have stuck out to me more if it wasn't for the fact that I've seen a lot of familiar styles, but it does stem from my homeland. Japan. Oh uh, that's one of the many countries in the world I'm from."

"I see. Yes, it's called that here as well. I find that quite interesting. The fashion between our two worlds, how would you compare them?"

"So many differences yet a bunch of similarities. I guess you could say my outfit is a more fun, colourful version of what they wore several hundred years ago in my world, but it's more like they're all things you see in stories. Anime and manga, video games, even tabletop RPGs, especially when people draw art of their characters. It's like a flamboyant version of the middle ages but with magic. At the same time, there are still bikinis that are clearly made from more modern materials, and things like that. So it's all over the place."

She rests her tushie against the back of a chair as she continues to stand beside you. "Indeed. Those trousers you own, that you said you were wearing when you first came here, are similar yet so different to something like... the material of Laira's overalls. Yet I believe it's easily replicable." Once again, she pauses as she looks off into space. But when her eyes return to you, she smiles wide, sits up, and leans in close to nearly touch your face. Her hand reaches behind your neck as she gently scratches down a sensitive spot that makes you shiver. "Would you mind helping me learn more~?"

You offer a little grin in return as you feel the embarrassment of being so caught off guard. "You can just ask normally," you reply under your breath.

She smiles bright as she brings herself back up. Then she offers her hand to you. "Come then. I hope you're not busy."

You take a firm yet caring hold of her hand as you lift yourself up from the seat. "Plans haven't gone into motion yet. We're going to be heading to the capital soon to finally investigate some important things, but I wouldn't mind a calm before the storm."

Faint blush appears in her cheeks as your hands warmly embrace. She doesn't respond, surprisingly.

"Are you all right?" you ask.

She glances away bashfully before retreating her hand to her side. Then she returns her eyes to you with a smirk. "Yes. As you know, my body is quite sensitive. I haven't had my hand held in that way in such a long time. Not since you and I..." She giggles. "Well, come on. Let's go to my shop and home."