Mokuren nodded happily as there was sufficent cheese for her new friend. And, she also shared it with the people in her room as well, which meant everyone had cheese. It was, quite literally, cheese for everyone.
"Wonderful. I'll bring something else next time. Maybe.......I don't know. What do you like?" She asked, watching Skyra withdraw her weapons and then start to clean them, all lovely and nice and shiz. It must have been nice to care about your weapon, not that Mokuren disliked Sarasagi, but the question of where it came from still hung heavily on her mind.

"Why are we meant to fight? Surely it was just a suggestion. 'You may fight if you want, or you can sit around and talk. I'm just a sign, not a police officer'. Nobody has to listen to signs"