[ He can only watch as Nansen drops to his knees and tries to plead with the doll. Rokurou sighs, tossing the fortune aside before rubbing his temple to ease the slight ache that has started to build. Did it somehow sense that he did not think of it as a woman? Can it read minds? ]

Maybe she’s not in the mood now. That’s how women are.

[ A gentle reassurance to the thing that … he thinks it is a woman…? Still debatable, but better to not provoke something with powers he does not understand. Women really are terrifying, no matter what shape or form they are in.

He reaches down to tug Nansen up by the arm. ]

She said to ask again later so we’ll ask again later. Come on, we can bring something salty next time to go with the chocolates.

[ Given that Rokurou fully expects them to still be here when they return. It’s a doll, how is it supposed to eat?

… though, looking at the bouquet gives him a mischievous inkling. Fortune-teller, surely you won’t mind a couple of guys messing around a little. ]

If you’re that worried, I do know one way to make a woman happy quickly … but only the bravest of men can do it.