[It's fun to watch him sorting through all the flavors, struggling to choose one to commit to, bustling with a sort of nervous energy so common in humans. Yae is still smiling when he finally brings her the bowl; good, because she wasn't going to fetch it herself. A good little human. He deserves a pat on the head, but she refrains — just barely.]

Actually, it's a pen name that I use to communicate with the lovely Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island. Hmm, but you wouldn't know who that is, would you? [How strange... Yae lifts the spoon to her lips, resting it there in consideration. She doesn't know why she said that.] Never mind. I suppose there's no harm. Let's sit outside, I don't like feeling cooped up indoors.

[She'll lead them to a carved wooden bench, choosing it because it faces the street — the better to people watch if anyone does happen to pass by. She pats the seat beside her.]

And how is yours?