They obviously don't work here, either, but you tried.

[ Her smile turns mildly sardonic at that, but she finds herself leaning against the counter. It's been a while since she's had an honest to goodness conversation with someone outside of Anteiku's inner circle, and it feels... nice. There's none of that overly-polite and bubbly customer service bullshit that she needs to pull during this exchange. She doesn't have to talk about ghouls, or Doves, or anything like that here. She almost feels like a normal girl.

Ayato probably would have scoffed at that. But he wasn't here, and he couldn't read minds.

She listens to him speak, and she can't help it: she laughs. ]

I meant your name, but okay. Good luck on that "hot deal," I guess.

[ Yeah. She's convinced he's a drug dealer. ]