"Fukaeri!"
Fujiwara Reya called out.
Kasahara Fumi stood at the guest room door looking at him.
"Good morning, dear officer!" Fujiwara Reya blew a kiss.
Kasahara Fumi's clear gaze flickered: "Did Miki have enough to eat?"
"What?"
Fujiwara Reya doubted he heard right.
"Bang!"
Kasahara Fumi mercilessly shut the door and left.
Did Miki brag about last night's events to her... Fujiwara Reya followed up in confusion.
The buffet was in the lobby on the first floor, at a little past eight in the morning, with a poster for the evening's masquerade ball at the entrance.
Attendants with bow ties elegantly shuttled around.
"Why did you suddenly ask if Miki was full?" Fujiwara Reya pursued the question.
Kasahara Fumi went to the table to get a plate and fork, glanced back at him: "She said she went out to buy food last night, and was gone all night. Ate all night, she should be very full, right?"
