warmwood, evening 1; tsukiyama + siebold

[lasuaspada]

[Well, that was a trainwreck.

In all honesty, Tsukiyama isn't used to fighting battles like this; this isn't something he can solve by beating it into submission and the idea...frustrates him. He disappears back into the library once the trial is done with, though he doesn't select books for himself – he'd promised Siebold earlier that he would find references for him, and that's what he intends to do.

He's got a decent stack going before too long, settled on one of the tables in the middle of the room; it seems he's not paying it too much mind at the moment, however – he's taken to pacing, holding a book open in his hands and flipping through it idly while he thinks.

It's evident from the distance in his eyes that he's not really seeing what he's looking at; either way, he's horribly distracted. He'll probably snap out of it if anyone enters, however.]

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[lasuaspada]

[Tsukiyama moves over toward that table with all the books on it, sitting down at a reasonably clear spot and gesturing for Siebold to join him as he does so.]

I can imagine so - tell me, then, what do you enjoy working with most?

[culinarian]

[ And join him he will! If you don't make him shut up eventually he might be here all day, um. ]

I'm rather fond of Fire-types. Emboar pork is comparable to Grumpig and Piloswine, but it's less soft and has a deeper flavor, with a natural smokiness that comes from being a Fire-type.

[lasuaspada]

[If no one stops him he's just going to chinhands at you until curfew, at which point we're having a sleepover.

...Banjou will probably be the voice of reason eventually. Maybe.

As it is, Tsukiyama just closes his eyes a bit while he listens, and he seems rather content with whatever he's picturing.]

That sounds lovely, actually; you're going to make me jealous as this rate, knowing I've never had it.