[center][h1][color=FFA07A]Momotaro[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Shopping Center[/i][/center]

Ah. It was not hard to tell his master was becoming increasingly annoyed, and that this person had now seemingly tossed a flirt at her no less! Or perhaps he was reading too much into some kind of magus flattery...bad. No random stranger in public would flirt or ilk with his master on his watch, no matter how strong they seemed to be or whoever they were. Man, woman, servant, it all mattered naught at all to him save that he felt protective over his charge in this sort of situation. She had much time to invest in learning, grow into through various forms of self-improvement, and the ilk (or so he felt). 

Of course, some further lessons in social etiquette would be something to note for later activities. Indeed. Yet for what it was worth the Rider was silently proud, proud that his master was at least seeking to be civil here. Perhaps a bit much talking, but all the same she did seem to want to leave. He'd hoped to find the other servant somewhat, but wasn't so attached at all to an activity merely meant to keep himself busy in the case his master had insisted on more conversation somehow. 

Despite this, however, learning for sure now that the woman had a rather young and short servant was at least interesting to know. So he felt a tiny something was worth at least notifying him of something interesting. 

Withdrawing his arms from his sleeves calmly, Momotaro showed a small, clear-plastic wrapped up kibi dango in his hand to Yuriko before tossing it over to her casually and carefully. 

[color=FFA07A]"Sincerest apologies for keeping you. But here, a small gift for your servant as recompense for your time. It is a sweet treat, and from where I came from it was popular with children."[/color]

The Rider then crossed his arms into his sleeves once more, before looking over to his master slightly. He kept up his polite airs for the most part as he did so, though a slight urgency was notable in his voice as he spoke once more. 

[color=FFA07A]"Shall we take our leave, Master? I do not wish to come off rude, but I believe we were on our way to procure some goods before the shop closes?"[/color]

It was an attempt to help offer his master some more of an excuse for leaving, if nothing else.