Parasol laying on her lap, Momoko tried to stuff her face as politely as she could. Or, rather without looking like a total dog. Oh, wait, she was sitting on the same table as one. Though she would never admit it, bratty as she was, she was grateful she didn't have to clean the entire tub by herself. Looking at her reflection in the bowl of soup, the kurakasa shrugged and downed it all in a single gulp, tongue heating up uncomfortably. 

"Hm, not so much of a soup sipper anymore, are you? No, more of a soup swallower." Kira mused, pointing accusingly at the white-haired maid with her fork. "Uh, huh-" Sakuya growled, causing the kitchen worker to pause, just enough time to chime ever so eloquently, "Shut it and enjoy your meal." With a smile feigning innocence, the girl nodded. "Okay, okay." 

"So," Haruo murmured, face relaxed and calm without a trace of a smile, "The uh, kitsune. What are your thoughts on this? Isn't finding a wounded animal a bad omen?" Kira giggled. "You don't honestly believe that bull- ow!" Sakuya, not even bothering to make eye contact, had swiftly kicked her leg from under the table. She wouldn't be getting a bruise, but scowled and rubbed her leg irately. 

"Hm... I don't think any of us are really happy about having some random youkai in our home, but everything'll turn out okay. The only thing that worries me is, where will it go when it gets better? Obviously if there is a clan of kitsune in the area, they'll leave when the sense us. And if they haven't done that yet, it's only a matter of time..." Nanasuke offered, crossing his arms and smiling softly, as he always did. His eyes were closed and a shrimp tail was in between his lips. Then he opened his eyes, one red and the other green. Sooty grey hair complimented it fine. 

"Who cares?" Momoko began gulping another bowl of soup, only to have Kira smack her on the back with a mindless grin. The lazy youkai began coughing and sputtering, finally sneezing with enough force to knock her chair backwards and her head slamming onto he ground. With a startled gasp, Haruo rushed to her side and extended a hand. Mildly touched, Momoko grasped his with hers. "You are so utterly without tact, Kira." He then gave her arm a rough tug, causing her to squeal and skid, her back hitting the rough wall.

Hair tousled only a bit, parasol inches away, and lying in a heap on the ground, Momoko grabbed her medium and muttered miserably, "I hate you." Kira and Haruo high-fives, chuckling mischeivously. The kurakasa then stood up, icy eyes storming. She pointed her parasol, and spun it once, causing a cold draft to rush into the room. Then, she was about to open it, and, realizing her impending doom, Kira let loose a blood curling scream that didn't carry much farther than the servant's quarters. That is, until Sakuya stood up, chair falling to the side, and roared. His tail lashed out behind him furiously, forking at the end. 

Abruptly, he grabbed the pot of soup and tossed it at the three, the pot hitting Haruo square on the head, and its contents spilling out on all three of them, and a little on whoever was close by. Quickly covering her parasol with her body, Momoko was able to circumvent her treasure from being ruined. "Dinner's over. Clean this mess up." Sakuya hissed before sulking out of the room. So dramatic.

The two kitchen workers whispered and laughed quietly to themselves, using their napkins to wipe soup off the floor. Wallowing in her despair, hunched over, and tears streaming down her face, Momoko tried to do the same. She was so humiliated. That is, until the chauffer leaned down to help her. "Don't wipe back and forth. Either in one direction, or in circles, okay?" He offered with a smile, though he was tired himself from cleaning the windows. Though Sakuya and Ryuu promised to help, no sooner than they started, had they both run off on him! But some things you just had to stand.