Yuki | ——All right, everything’s done. |
Misumi | Yay~! |
Kazunari | We managed to finish everything! |
Izumi | Good job Yuki-kun and everyone! |
Yuki | Thankfully the original materials were of good quality, so we could finish just by tweaking them. |
| I remade them so they’d fit each person’s body shape, but I still want to do some final touches, so I’ll have you take turns trying them on. |
Hisoka | Okay. |
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Yuki | Mm, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with yours, Kumon. |
Kumon | Hey, Yuki... I completely forgot about it ‘cause of the thing with Robert, but... |
Yuki | ? ...Oh, the pot. |
| I completely forgot about it too. Perfect timing, it’s Tsumugi’s turn next so I’ll tell him about it. |
Kumon | Can I come with you? I’m the one who messed up after all... |
Yuki | Okay. Let’s talk to him together. |
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Tsumugi | I’m in your care, Yuki-chan. Oh, Kumon’s helping you? |
Kumon | U-um! Tsumugi-san, I actually need your advice...! |
Tsumugi | Advice? What’s wrong? |
Kumon | Truth is... On our first day here in this mansion, I accidentally knocked over the pot in the living room... |
| The pot ended up cracking at the rim...! |
Tsumugi | Eh. |
Yuki | I happened to be there when it happened. |
| Kumon was panicking so much, so we agreed to leave the pot where no one can see for now and ask someone for advice. |
Tsumugi | I see... |
| So that’s why Takao-san said the pot went missing on our first day here. |
Kumon | Yeah... |
| What should I do, Tsumugi-san...! I, I...! |
Tsumugi | Calm down, Kumon-kun. It’ll be okay. First, why don’t we go check out that pot? |
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Kumon | Here... |
Tsumugi | ...Oh? This pot... |
Kumon | ? Tsumugi-san? |
Tsumugi | It’s nothing. The rim is the only part that’s cracked, right? |
Yuki | Yeah. It broke a little. |
Tsumugi | Leave it to me then. I think we can definitely fix this. |
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Tsumugi | Sorry for the wait. I got some milk from Takao-san. |
Kumon | Milk? |
Tsumugi | Connect the cracks together with tape, and then soak it in milk. |
| Then if you boil it, the crack should reseal.[1] |
Kumon | Really!? |
Yuki | Wait, what? Will that really fix it...? |
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Tsumugi | ——It’s done. |
Yuki | No way. It really stuck together. |
Kumon | Amazing!! |
| Tsumugi-san, thanks so much...!! |
Tsumugi | It’s nothing. |
Yuki | I can’t believe you know this kind of stuff. |
Tsumugi | My grandma taught me this. Resealing cracked parts with milk is fascinating, isn’t it? |
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Kumon | Gonna put this pot back to where it was... |
Homare | Oh? ...Ohh! That pot is...! |
Yuki & Kumon & Tsumugi | !! |
Homare | Just when I thought I hadn’t seen it recently. You found it, did you!? |
Kumon | U-um! H-Homare-san, I actually——!! |
Homare | My poetic inspiration has welled up now that I’ve reunited with my pot! Dandyism that stands unmoving, a rhythm that gets you cracking...![2] |
| Ohh, this could be a masterpiece! I must write it down immediately! |
| *door closes* |
Tsumugi | ...He’s gone. |
Kumon | I-I didn’t get to tell him... |
Yuki | Well it’s fixed now, so didn’t it work out in the end? Just tell him later. |