Allison
The chicken has been served. Attendants would walk around to ask everyone's preferred drinks as after wished for, they'd appear from thin air almost. The lanterns dangling above them ignited once more as the feast had now truly started. Four would be around every single table. Now it was time for a nice conversation between the heaps of chicken to be consumed.
Mary
Chiyoko had to admit, the pageantry was impressive. Firebreathing and all that, it was very showy, and not in a bad way. Though, if the ronin was being honest, she was still a bit uneasy being around so many lion, and she was here for just two reasons: chicken and Moshi Mai. And Mai was busy pestering Temujin, poor soul. 

So, she'd focus on the first goal: food. She was able to flag down a servant that directed her to a table for "Lesser" Guests. It was expected, but hey, there was still a table. And as she made her way to the table, she saw a familiar face. 

"Ah, Atsuko." Chiyoko bowed with a smile on her face before sitting down across from her fellow ronin. "I should've known you'd be here. Ronin and free food go hand in hand, don't they?" She requested amakaze when the servant came around for drinks, and settled in. She was glad she'd get to sit with a friend, that much is certain. 

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Micheal
Rei had instructed Miyami to sit with Chiyoko, so she went through the thick crowds to the Ronin table. As she approached, she glanced back over her shoulder to ensure that her Mistress was headed to the table with the Matsu-Sama. 

Upon reaching the table, Miyami felt a sense of unease. Acting as a lowly servant, she knew it was not customary for her to sit with those above her. However, she quickly composed herself and made excuses for her presence. 

"My apologies, Chiyoko-Sama," She said with a deferential bow. "But my Mistress has sent me to sit with you this evening. She wishes that we discuss the matters of the two Kitsune further. I do not want to be a burden on your night off. Please allow me a place at your table so it appears that I am following her orders."

Waiting for a response, Miyami stood tall, ready to be turned away if necessary. However, if Chiyoko permitted her to sit, she would sit at the table and order a cup of tea from a passing servant. She knew better than to indulge in sake at an event with so many moving parts. She needed to keep a clear head if she would watch Rei and gather information on the Kitsune simultaneously.
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Christine
The pomp surrounding the feast was about as heavy as Atsuko expected it to be. The whole affair had been put on by the Lion clan, after all. None in the Empire could question their pride. Whether the showing off was meant as a slight towards one clan or another, it mattered little enough to her—she wore an Ide mon and slept in an Ide tent, but none would consider her an *Actual* Unicorn. Political maneuvering was far above her pay grade

Not that she was allowed to do much in the way of politicking. As expected, it seemed she had been relegated to a table away from the people of status. Part of her chafed at the notion, of being made to feel lesser. Another part considered it a mercy. She had spotted Utaku Kazuko among the more esteemed company at the event, and the last thing she needed was to have her status used as some kind of weapon against the woman who was ultimately responsible for her weekly stipend. Besides, she had come for food, and it seemed food would be served regardless of where one was seated.

The diminutive ronin had only just managed to settle herself atop a pillow when the first of her supposed dining partners arrived. Chiyoko was becoming an increasingly common sight in her life. Perhaps what Tsuruchi Gou had said was true, that ronin who stuck together was destined for greater things than those who wandered alone.

"You make it sound so mercenary... But yeah, I suppose they do. The types who throw these parties don't tend to appreciate the value of food, which means you can get away with quite a pricey meal. There's a reason I only intend on drinking *Gyokuro* Tonight."

Once the servant came around and she had ordered her expensive tea, Atsuko continued where she had left off. 

"Of course, they rarely do this kind of stuff out of the goodness of their own heart. Usually, they want something in return. Information, most of the time. It wasn't that long ago that I got invited to a similar event under the pretense of good food and company before the person running it revealed themselves to be a matchmaker—"

It was a good thing she managed to catch a glimpse of someone approaching their table before she carried on. Not least because she remembered the woman from the very party she had mentioned. When the newcomer made her request, the young ronin could only quirk a brow Chiyoko's way.

"Told you."

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Mary
Chiyoko had to agree, these sort of things were always full of way too much food. She could recall lurking behind village leader's homes when she was extremely desperate to find entire steam trays full of dumplings ripe for the picking. Truly such a waste, but what better way to show wealth than by throwing food away? 

Before the servant could leave, Chiyoko switched her drink to _gyokuro_ as well, following Atsuko's roguish lead. The servant definitely muttered something under their breath as they left; probably not a fan of ronin feasting like Clansmen. Chiyoko paid no heed, and only chuckled. "Well, I'm just here for chicken," She replied, "So the only information they'll get out of me is how many dishes I can finish. I swear I've been craving this for days, and I hardly even like chicken. My tastes have been shifting like a violent-" 

Chiyoko turned as she heard her name, with a -sama of all things, and looked at the woman that spoke. It was that Miyami woman, Yasuki Rei's assistant. As she spoke, the pieces fell into place. _'Ah. I see.'_ The ronin's brow furrowed a bit, and even more so when Atsuko gave her 'Told ya.' But, there was nothing to be done. It's not like Chiyoko could really refuse. "Well," She said, bowing, "Nice to see you again, and please, sit. I'm in no station to deny you, anyways.

"I'll warn you now, the only thing I know about the Kitsune is that in 1117 Kitsune Dorohimo defeated Kakita Hana in a first blood duel at Toshi Ranbo, breaking Hana's dueling streak of fifteen honorable duels. That, and there's one named Meiko and another named Tsuta. All else is none of my business." Her tone was stern, but she wasn't overtly trying to be antagonistic; she just wanted to make it clear that she wasn't going to play any games that night. 

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Micheal
Upon arriving at the table, Miyami could sense the tension in the air despite the words of welcome that had been spoken. She sat down and ordered her tea from the waiting servant, opting for a less expensive option and not daring to request the more lavish tea like the other two occupants at the table. 

Miyami knew the other two were wary of her presence and discussing work-related matters over dinner. She didn't want to ruin their night off with such conversations either. Instead, she decided to take the opportunity to get to know them better.

"I could inform Yasuki Rei of those specific facts if you'd like. But there's no need to discuss work over dinner. I'd rather spend this time getting to know the two of you better since you have so graciously allowed me to preside at your table." The Viper spoke with a calm and measured tone, her stoic face giving nothing away.

She knew the importance of playing her part and keeping up appearances. She also understood that she wouldn't be off work until Rei was safe back home and away from the dangers that lurked at events like these. Miyami needed the guests seated at her table to accept her and include her in conversation if the illusion of her being a mere servant was to be maintained. 
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Christine
Atsuko did her level best not to pry too far into the matter discussed, for as little as it was discussed. The internal affairs of the Mantis clan were none of her business, and aside from the redheaded young woman who had given her not too few leers over the course of the aforementioned matchmaker's tea, she could not name a single member of the Kitsune family. Her relegation to a mere listener was mercifully written off by the table's decision not to pursue the matter further.

More fortuitously than even that, it seemed the servers had finally gotten around to serving the lesser tables. As the chicken was placed before them, Atsuko offered a polite bow of her head to her tablemates. 

"Itadakimasu."

While the finer points of banqueting and the navigation of politics therein evaded her, Atsuko had never struggled with the eating portion. The choice to serve whole chicken was certainly an *Interesting* One. She had expected a more refined sort of meal out a clan that so often touted itself as the Emperor's very own right hand. Perhaps it was an effort to stand out from the shadow of their avian adversaries who occupied the other. Either way, it made little difference to one accustomed to fireside meals.

While she went about the familiar work of dissembling a bird, albeit just her fingers in the absence of a knife, the ronin could not help but notice the tablemate she was least familiar with so anxiously stealing glances across the room. It was an infectious thing as well—part of her couldn't help but get uneasy in turn. Finding the source was as easy as following the serving woman's line of sight. Discovering the reason? That was a touch harder. 

"Is something the matter, Miyami-san? You seem rather uncomfortable. I hope it isn't on account of our company."

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Micheal
"Itadakimasu," Miyami said with a glance over her shoulders again.

Miyami took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she settled into her seat. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of her stomach despite the festive atmosphere and the plentiful food. As she glanced over her shoulder once again, Atsuko-Sama caught her eye.

The Viper felt her heart skip a beat as she tried to come up with an explanation. It was supposed to be her day off, after all, and no ordinary servant would be so nervous. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Miyami tried to think of a sane reason for her behavior.

"My Mistress did not actually give me the night off," She said, her voice steady. "But it's not just that. I'm not used to being around so many people, so much noise and commotion. It's overwhelming, and I can't help but feel like I'm somehow out of place."

Miyami took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I was checking to ensure I wasn't being summoned, but it's more than that. I'm afraid that I'll make a mistake, that I'll embarrass myself or my Mistress. I'm not used to being in situations like this."

Her words were not entirely false, but they would have to do. "I'm sure you've both had nights where you have felt like you were still working even when the family you were working for said you could have the night off. I feel that way now."

Facing Atsuko-Sama, Miyami continued, "But since Chiyoko-Sama is not inclined to discuss business matters this evening, there is no real reason for me to remain. I can leave if my presence makes you uneasy, Atsuko-Sama. It was not my intention." 

Miyami lowered her head slightly, waiting for the Ronin's response. She knew that she had been honest, perhaps even vulnerable, but she hoped that her sincerity would be enough to win them over.
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Mary
"It's just a jest," Chiyōko replied to Miyami, "I doubt your mistress cares about dueling history. You're welcome at any table you wish, including this one. I'm just trying to say that I'm here for two reasons: to keep my ambassador safe, and eat chicken." 

And as if on queue, chicken arrived. A whole chicken was quite the treat, and one that Chiyōko was more used to on the road than in a hall. But it smelled delicious, and Chiyōko was hardly one to talk at a tasty meal. So, much like Atsuko, she didn't hesitate to grip a leg off. 

"Itadakimasu." 

Chiyōko took a big bite, and indeed the craving was being sated. Nice, hot, and juicy, just what the doctor ordered. A faint, tiny smile of content hit the ronin's face as she enjoyed the chicken, and took note to Atsuko's observation. 

"Miyami-sama," Chiyōko said with a sigh, "Atsuko-san can attest, if I didn't want you here, I'd make sure you knew it. I'm no courtier, and I don't play courtier games. If your presence bothered me, you'll figure it out with certainty." She sipped some tea, and returned to the conversation. "As for working off the shift, welcome to life as a Yojimbo, I suppose. I get nights to myself from time to time, but rest assured I'm always keeping an eye out. Even now, I can see Moshi Mai -sama is sitting with A Unicorn, a Scorpion, and two Lions. One look from my mistress and I'm ready to deal with any problems. _If_ they come. But for now..."

Chiyōko took another bite of chicken. "Enjoy some time. The sentry that doesn't rest off hours is the sentry that falls asleep at her post." In other words, Miyami needed to relax. 

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Christine
"It isn't your presence that bothers me. It's your nerves. You look like you're about to jump into action in the middle of dinner."

It might've been an impolite thing to recognize, but they were not seated among the very peak of nobility. They were among ronin and a glorified serving girl, and nobody expected perfect manners from a lowly wanderer. Atsuko munched greedily on the chicken leg she had clutched between her fingers as she allowed Chiyoko to say her piece on the matter. It seemed, for her part, her fellow wave-woman didn't particularly mind how tightly wound their tablemate was—although she did at least offer some words of advice.

"You were ordered to bother us for information about, what, the Kitsune? Neither of us knows anything of consequence about the Kitsune. That should suffice for your mistress. If she expects more than that, well, maybe the Yasuki are the taskmasters they're rumored to be."

The wave-woman made up for time lost talking by severing another leg from her bird, tearing into its flesh with enough gusto to make one wonder whether she had eaten anything in the days prior. 

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Allison
It was Himiko who showed up at the table. She was bad at reading rooms sometimes but something clearly got one of them tense. Not that she had issues with that. They were here to feast, speak and drink as well. Just like all the others. She had invited them and they were guests. Even though that had gotten her some nasty looks from some of the guards and members of the clan. 

The blue and gold eyes glanced over the table before she smiled. Bowing down appropriately to every one of them individually. She could not differ from etiquette, not tonight. Yet she wished to treat them with at least some form of respect. *"I hope the chicken and the drinks serve you well."* The young girl spoke. She would then glance over at the servants, gesturing them to refill the cups and chicken as well. *"As well as I wish to thank you for your presence. It brings me joy!"* 

The genuine smile widened. *"I wish to not be rude but would you mind if I joined you for a drink?"* The girl questioned. 

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Micheal
Miyami felt her heart pounding as she prepared to speak, following Chiyoko's advice to calm her nerves. Just as she was about to voice her reasoning, Ambassador Himiko-Sama arrived at their table. Miyami quickly stood up to greet their guest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Please join us, Ambassador-Sama," Miyami said, her voice betraying her nervousness. She moved over a mat to make room for their guest, hoping to get a better angle to watch Rei without having to glance over her shoulder so directly.

"I apologize if I have unsettled my tablemates, Ambassador-Sama," Miyami said, her voice still wavering slightly. "I am not often allowed to be away from my Mistress, and I am still learning to be a better guest at the table. Chiyoko has given me some helpful advice, and I am trying to put it into practice. Your arrival is most welcome."

Miyami picked up her chopsticks, feeling the warmth of the chicken in her hand. She took a bite, savoring the flavor of the meat as it filled her mouth. "The feast is wonderful, Ambassador-Sama," She said, her eyes lighting up. "You have truly outdone yourself." She took a sip of tea, letting the warmth of the liquid spread through her body.

"If I may ask, Ambassador-Sama," Miyami said, her voice growing stronger with each passing moment. "How did you manage to put together such a magnificent event? It is truly a feast for the senses."
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Alma
"I think that about wraps it up for now. At least until cleanup. Great job, everyone!" Akio clapped his hands together, eliciting a low rumble of appreciative words from the heimin servers. It was very hard to tell if they were truly proud of what they had accomplished because of their excessive stoicism, but they should be. The meal went off without a hitch, and no one had missed a chicken. A smaller rotating crew would be responsible for refilling the samurai's needs now. The ronin was off duty for now.

Snatching up one of the special chickens—one of a handful he had requested seasoned with stronger spices from the bazaar—in one hand and a bottle with another, he emerged into the party proper. It was impressive, overwhelming even, but he tried to maintain focus. He remembered which table had been assigned to any Minor Clans or ronin who decided to show up, and that was where he was to sit.

As he neared he took stock of the group collected there. All were familiar faces. Atsuko, Chiyoko, and the servant of the Yasuki. He was surprised to see the Lion Ambassador herself hovering at the table; while what little he knew of the woman put her as the sort not to care too terribly on matters of status or rank, he still expected her to find herself far too busy to visit every table. Yet here she was.

"Mind if I join?" He sat next to Atsuko, acknowledging the rest of the gathered ronin with a polite bow, before a far deeper bow to the Ambassador. Placing the chicken before him, then the bottle on the table, he would offer to pour to Atsuko first, then anyone else who wished for some. "If you want this stuff, it's mild enough for us who are working here. Can't well organize a kitchen while tipsy, and I've no idea when they'll need me back."

All this was very true, but also considerate. Akio knew by now that Atsuko had an aversion to sake and related drinks due to its heightened effect on her. A lighter drink like this would avoid that issue, while allowing all here to enjoy. "Ambassador-sama, your work here is lovely. If you could pass on my thanks to Kitsu Miu-sama for her generous invitation."

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Mary
The table was starting to fill up, and by one guest that was very important, indeed. Chiyoko wasn't expecting the Lion Ambassador to check in on ronin, of all people, but there she was, all smiles and asking how things fared. Chiyoko stood casually, but bowed deeply as would be expected. "Kitsu Himiko-sama," She said, "Thank you for your patronage. Please, sit as you please." Chiyoko would sit back down, and get back to eating. 

It looked like Miyami was going to take her and Atsuko's advice, which was nice. Or, at least she _said_ she would. She was a hard one to gauge, and for reasons unknown, the ronin felt as if she shouldn't speak to her too casually. Looks could definitely be deceiving. 

"Anyways," Chiyoko added, "The food is great. Just like I dreamed it'd be: A nice juicy bird to eat. My praise to you and your chefs, Kitsu-sama." 

She took a moment to look back at her ambassador. From what she could tell, she was torturing some Scorpion that seemed to have caught her attention. The coy grin on her face made it clear she was having fun. Hopefully not too much. 

And then, Akio announced himself. "Ah, Akio-san!" She acknowledged his arrival, and offered a smile. "It's been a while. Nice to see you're still working and healthy. She'd accept a drink from the man with gratitude, but wait for Himiko to either accept and drink or decline outright. 

"So, fellow ronin, esteemed Ambassador, humble servant: How is life? I've had myself an unusually pleasant spring. Here's hoping I'm not the odd one out." 
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Micheal
As Akio arrived, Miyami's eyes lit up with recognition, and she greeted him with a warm smile. She politely declined the drink he offered, saying, "None for me, thank you, but I appreciate your offer. It's great to see you again. I'm sure this is a much different experience for you, Akio-San, than my Mistress's tea party yesterday evening."

Miyami's mind wandered to the previous night's tea party. She remembered how unusual Mistress's behavior was, but she didn't want to mention it now, especially with the Lion Ambassador sitting at their table. So she decided to wait until the woman had left before discussing the matter. For now, she focused on enjoying her delicious meal and tried to relax.

"Chiyoko, my spring has been delightful so far. The tea house has been filled with many patrons looking for love, and I have been swamped. I find that staying busy keeps unwanted thoughts at bay. So, this has been a welcomed boon." The Viper said with a twinkle in her eye, conveying her happiness.

Taking another deep breath, Miyami allowed herself to settle into the conversation and relax. From her new spot, she had a better view of Rei, and the vantage point soothed her anxiety enough that she was no longer on edge.

"Ambassador-San, I want to thank you again for letting me attend. I am in awe of the work you have done here. Your team of cooks has prepared an amazing meal, which is a testament to your hard work." Miyami expressed her admiration for the Ambassador and her staff. To back up her statement, she took another bite of the chicken before her. The warm, juicy meat invigorated her spirits and strengthened her to enjoy the night's festivities.
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Allison
Himiko had settled down at the table. Her eyes had glanced a few times past the people moving around. She heard the nervous Miyami speak. Which made her turn the attention to the female beside her. She for one second would squint her eyes at the fact that she was unsettling her tablemates. She had not been aware of that much. Must she be more trouble she'd mention it to Rei. A compliment followed. Which made the ambassador smile, a genuine smile. She'd nod her head towards Miyami. 

*"I am glad you are enjoying it this much. To be fair, only to get the lanterns and lights up I managed to get onto the roof of the embassy building."* The ambassador, who just seemed a young girl, chuckled. *"Please do not tell Akodo-san or Matsu-san, they will no longer sleep for the night."* She'd watch one of the servants refill the cup. Thanking her with a small bow. *"I did not fall off however. Other than that chicken makes it great enough. Chicken and the company of everyone."* The young Kitsu remained humble. 

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Then Akio would join them. She'd stand once more and bow down to him. She'd take a seat again. *"Please take the opportunity to feast and celebrate as well Akio-san, you have done so much already."* Himiko seemed grateful somehow. *"Miu-san has only done me a favor by inviting you."* Himiko would accept the drink. After all she was here to celebrate as well. The mention of something a little less heavy sounded like music to her ears. After all she needed to remain sharp for the other guests as well. 

For a moment she would frown a bit, this however was implying on her thinking how her spring was. Well she became ambassador, learned she was a void child and somehow managed to stay at least out of conflict for now. She would spark up. *"Spring had been a breeze. It passed me too fast if I may admit."* She would take a sip of her drink. She would however mention that Rei had another party. She should keep up with those. 

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Micheal
Miyami's lips curled upwards involuntarily as she heard the Ambassador's words. The thrill of keeping secrets was something she had always found exhilarating, and she was happy to oblige. "You have my word. I won't breathe a word about your rooftop rendezvous," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I'll keep your secret safe as long as you don't tell Yasuki Rei-Sama I feel out of sorts. We both know that dealing with her wrath is not something either of us wants to do," She added, her smile growing broader as she tried to plead with the young Ambassador.

As the feast continued, Miyami fully immersed herself in the lively conversation. The delicious food was a feast for her senses, and the clinking of glasses and laughter only added to the ambiance. "This is exactly what Yasuki Rei-Sama had in mind with the Lion and Crab ball," She remarked to Kitsu Himiko-San, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "After the dinner, there will be mingling around the tea house. She meticulously plans every detail of the event and talks about it often. She wants all the staff to be prepared so that we can exceed the expectations of our esteemed guests." Miyami's voice was filled with pride as she spoke of her Mistress's plans, and she couldn't wait to see the event come to fruition.
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Alma
"Spring's been . . . Busy, but also good. A lot's happened over the season, and I think there will be more to come before summer arrives." The festival, work with the Imperials, the scouting of the city, the upcoming trip to Yomi with Miu. And of course the relationship he had begun with the woman next to him. A busy spring indeed. Noting those who accepted the drinks, he would poor the rest of them by order of status.

He did of course note that the "Servant" Miyami did not offer to do her diligence and serve the samurai. While to others it could be attributed to nerves, for Akio it added yet more confirmation to his theory that the woman was more than she seemed. While conditions were calm and collected such as at the teahouse her ruse was successful enough, but put her out of her comfort zone and the cracks would show || Investigation 4: Notice, Courtier 4 to know proper procedure and see when it isn't being followed, Acting 4: Profession to recognize the signs of a pretense ||.

Still, he was here to have a good time, not to call out anyone or cause problems. He would press this issue at a later time, when it was worthwhile for him to gather information. For now, the ronin would focus on the chicken. It was delightful chicken indeed. "By the Kami this is fantastic. You've outdone yourself. If we hadn't already arranged terms, this would've been payment enough Ambassador-sama."

In truth, Akio had no need for the extra coin and came here mostly to gather what connections he could among the servants of the Lion. Not for any nefarious purposes, but keeping an eye on one's neighbors was important between allies, enemies, and everything in between. Getting paid and fed to do so made things even better. "I heard that preparing this feast did a number on the stock of the local farms, but I'm pretty sure it's worth it. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves."

Well, mostly everyone. There was a little commotion at one of the tables, as Yuto dragged another Scorpion away from the Mantis Ambassador. Classic Scorpion internal politics, or lack thereof to be precise. Watching the rat-masked Scorpion be pulled away was enough to place the pieces together on where he had heard of his Bayushi Yuto before though. Seemed he was always carting off fellow clan mates, whether out of a festival or into a prison.

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Micheal
Miyami's heart raced as she felt the piercing gaze of Ronin Akio on her. Was it just her, or was he staring at her funny? She glanced down at her plate, wondering if there was chicken or sauce on her face, causing him to look at her strangely. 

Suddenly, she remembered the tea and let out a sigh of relief. "Fortune's blessings," She thought to herself. "I had forgotten to serve him the tea." Miyami chided herself for being such a mess this evening. She knew that if she didn't get it together soon, everything would be a mess for her and Yasuki Rei-Sama.

Dabbing at her face with her napkin, Miyami tried to play it cool. She didn't want to give Akio more reason to stare at her. "Do I have something on my face, Akio-San? You keep looking at me oddly?" She smiled shyly at the man before returning her attention to the table. 

Turning to Chiyoko, Miyami asked, "What do you do to help you relax in stressful situations? I would love additional suggestions to help me further if you don't mind sharing." She hoped that Chiyoko could offer some advice to help her keep calm and focused during the event. Waiting for Chiyoko's response, she took a deep breath and tried to center herself. She reminded herself that she was here on a mission, and she couldn't let her nerves get the best of her.
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Mary
"Good to hear," Chiyoko said to the Ambassador, "Fast and easy is the best outcome, I find. In duels and everything else." She... Didn't have much to say to the ambassador. Not that she couldn't _talk,_ but talking to a woman of that status was just intimidating as a ronin. Plus, she didn't have the same rapport that she did with Mai. She couldn't tell Himiko to 'knock it off' or 'get bent' without getting her head cut off. But, at least she could say something normal enough to pass for basic conversation. 

Chiyoko listened to what Akio had to say, and was glad to hear Spring went well for him. He seemed the reliable kind, that much was certain, and he usually knew something about anything going on. He might just be someone that could help her with a recent want, come to think of it. 

She was about to affirm and make a comment, but she noticed that _he_ noticed something about Miyami, the servant woman. She couldn't place it entirely, only giving a look to the woman as she chuckled nervously about the tea and pouring drinks. Odd for a servant to forget that sort of thing, wasn't it? ||So, Investigate 3 and Etiquette 3, so no emphasis and the like, but she's more just picking up that Akio's picking up something. || 

But, it hardly mattered to her. This woman said she was a servant, and Chiyoko _saw_ her serving Yasuki Rei. If that's what she said, she'd have to just go with it. "Well, I'm glad to hear it, Akio-san," She said, "And I foresee a very busy summer for myself as well. So much so, I've made myself a good horde of pay and plan to spend some. You wouldn't happen to know anything about horses, would you? The Mantis know next to nothing about them except for the Kitsune, and I don't like to bother my employers with my personal projects." 

The question about stressful situations caught the ronin a bit unawares. She raised an eyebrow, and tried to think about it. "Have you not been in a stressful situation before? You serve Samurai, which means you should more than experienced in such things." Chiyoko sipped her drink, and mused over the question a little. "I don't think my advice is helpful, as my stressful situations are usually when swords are drawn and lives are on the line. At that point, I pay no heed to strife. Live or die, pick one and move." Chiyoko's tone was deadly serious as she took a big bite of chicken breast. "But, I guess for regular things like if your boss is angry at you or you think everyone's on to you or something... I just think about origami. Just fold paper in your mind. Even if things go sideways, at least you have a little crane or a frog to think about." 

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Micheal
Miyami's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she smiled at Chiyoko and took a bite of her chicken. The flavors exploded in her mouth, and she savored every morsel, grateful for the chance to indulge in such a feast. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, feeling content and relaxed for the first time in a long while.

"That is exciting advice," Miyami said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "As a servant, the past twenty or so odd years have been relatively quiet for me, save for the occasional ruckus at a tea party or ensuring that we have enough seating for a whole house. But I suppose that's the nature of the job, isn't it? To blend in and go unnoticed."

She paused, thinking about the danger that lurked beneath the surface of every event, every meeting. As the Viper, she was always on guard, ready to strike. But she didn't want to dwell on that now, not when surrounded by friends and delicious food.

"I am sure you have it much worse daily, having to protect Ambassador Mai," Miyami said, her eyes flickering toward the woman in question. "Origami is a great suggestion, though. Yasuki Rei-Sama once told me that idle hands make for idle minds. Perhaps I should ask her to teach me some basics so that I can put your suggestion to good use. Thank you for your advice. I shall put it to use, and I am sure it will make me less nervous when I am separated from my Mistress."

Miyami took another sip of her tea, feeling grateful for the chance to learn from the Ronin. She looked over at Atsuko, who had been quiet for a while, wondering what kind of trouble the young Ronin had faced since their last meeting.

"I have not seen you much since you attended the tea party at Benten's Tea Garden," Miyami said, her voice filled with genuine concern. "How have you been faring? Have the Fortunes been in your favor this Spring as well?"

She waited for Atsuko's response, eager to hear about the young Ronin's adventures. After all, the life of a Ronin was never easy, and danger lurked around every corner. 
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Allison
Himiko had taken the compliments. She could read the room and the room told her these people simply wanted a drink without being too uptight about her presence. Not that they did not like her, or they simply hadn't, but more because of their and her status. It was a strange dynamic. So the young ambassador stood after she had finished her drink. Not too swiftly, not too slow. *"Please do excuse me. It is time for me to greet other guests as well. Duties of a host."* The young girl would chuckle. Bowing down to every single one of them. *"Please enjoy the night, tell me if anyone is causing you trouble, or solve it yourself, I do not mind."* She stated. 

*"Thank you for sharing a drink with me."* With those words the Kitsu ambassador took her leave, just to let them enjoy their drinks and chicken. Like a perfect night should be. 

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Christine
It didn't seem as though Atsuko would have all that much time to admonish her impromptu tablemate before another, much more significant arrival graced their seating arrangement. The Lion's ambassador did not cut a particularly intimidating figure, yet the weight of her status made the ronin all the more aware of her decision to stop by and engage the mismatched group of wanderers all the more vexing. The Lion clan did not care for the lowly ronin, even beyond the usual disdain those who served a lord held for their less obligated peers. Even more worrisome beyond their scorn for ronin was their notoriously temperamental nature. The ambassador was no haughty Matsu, truly, but it was better to not rock the barge when it came to those of such high status. Even a mannerless wanderer like her knew that much.

So she remained quiet and demure in the face of their gracious host, contenting herself to the chicken on her plate, though the speed with which she was made to systematically pick it apart to maintain decorum was even more discomfiting than the lingering risk of offending an ambassador. She acknowledged Akio's presence with all the politeness she could muster, though his arrival vexed her for other reasons entirely. The diminutive ronin declined his offer of a drink with a gesture of the tea already in her cup, using the expensive *Gyokuro* To wash away the grease on her lips as she listened to the conversation flow around her.

Unfortunately, the conversation seemed to flow in her direction as she nibbled at the cartilage of a particularly well-cleaned bone. A mercy was extended her way by the decision of the ambassador to leave on her journey to continue greeting her guests. Atsuko offered a bow of her head to the wild child who boasted command of the embassy which they say, then allowed herself to re-enter the chatter of dinner in the woman's absence.

"It's been... Better than I expected."

A non-answer if there ever were one. What was she to say? She had no reason to complain. Her coin purse had never been so swollen in all her years. She had a fixed place to sleep, never missed a meal, and had enough leisure time away from her duties to devote to her singleminded pursuit of swordplay. By all accounts, she should have been content with the situation. It was a better position than she possibly could have hoped for.

Yet she still chafed under the failures of winter. It was her way to be discontent with anything less than perfection—she had been promised a position of prominence at the side of a clan ambassador. Instead, she was a glorified *Doshin* At a marketplace. The discontent was all the more visible on her face when juxtaposed with the succor the meal had offered her earlier in the evening.

"Things are stable. The Ide pay better than anybody else in the city, and the people of this city pay better than anywhere I've ever served before. If I continue this job for a few more years, I'll be able to retire back to Turo-Kojiri in comfort long before I wrinkle."

The words themselves were logical. Reasonable. It was what anybody in her place with a modicum of sense would accept with glee. Yet the words still felt like they were more said to convince herself than they were to inform her dinnermates of her success. Eventually, a sigh followed as she made to pour herself more of the expensive tea.

"It's not enough. Not for me. I want more. I *Need* More."

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Mary
Chiyoko raised her eyebrow at Miyami's comments on being a servant and the like, and with the other vibe that Akio had given, she paid more attention to the woman's demeanor than the conversation. "Servant, right. I'm surprised you're not sent out to the back or something. But depending on who you ask, ronin are just servants that can fight." She continued on to comment on working for Mai and the rest. "Moshi Mai-sama is a fine enough employer. She can definitely get a rise out of people, but unlike most high-status clients I've worked for, I know for a fact that she'll take care of matters herself if pushed. She can be... Well, aggravating at times, but I respect her and her crew of pirate-servants. They consider me part of their little gang, which is rather endearing." 

Indeed, her time with the Mantis hadn't been all bad. Busy daus and nights, the occasional fight or threat to be made, but she couldn't say she hated it." 

Chiyoko stood and bowed to Himiko-san as she departed, before sitting down and really chowing down. She'd ended up talking too much when she should be eating. Her goal was to match Atsuko's plate, having that same ronin hunger they all seemed to have. Meanwhile, she listened to how Atsuko's life was going. It was great to know she was taking care of business and working hard, making for a steady, rewarding career. However, she also knew that need for more. There was definitely more to life than making money for hard work. 

"I'm with you, Atsuko-san," She said, once the ronin finished speaking. "Ive been working hard on trying to regain my name, and I'm hoping that I could finish that over the summer. You could always petition Utaku Kazuko-sama, you know. Since I've known you, you've had just about every honorable job a ronin could have. The only things you haven't done, are things only Clan Samurai could do. You could make that known, and maybe they'll see your worth and consistency."

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Alma
"Horses? Yeah I know a bit, could probably help you out if you need. You're meaning to buy one? There's a stable kept out at the bazaar, sells ponies. If you want some help deciding which is the best we can meet up later to go horse shopping." As Akio spoke, he was reminded of rumors one of the stablehands had tried to hawk a gaijin steed there too, which warranted investigating. He'd have to let Atsuko know about that, in case she didn't know. A matter for later.

The Ambassador's departure was treated with the respect it deserved, standing to bow deeply before returning to the meal. It wasn't a surprise that Atsuko wanted more, given her fiery determination to excel. What did surprise him was the positive light with which Chiyoko painted the Unicorn Ambassador. If there was anyone among his former clan who raised his ire, it was Kazuko: a woman so focused on victory she had no humanity. She said she rewarded excellence, but only when it benefitted her own agenda. Otherwise, Akio would have been back in Khanbulak by now.

Still, it wasn't his place to say anything poor about her, especially not with the two other table mates here. So he focused his attention where it would have more positive results: the chicken at his fingertips. In fact, it could seem he was suddenly *Very* Interested in the meal instead of the conversation.

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Micheal
Miyami stood up gracefully, bowing as the Ambassador left the room. She then sat down and observed the other guests as they chatted. She could sense a subtle shift in the room's atmosphere as if something important had been left unsaid.

As the guests began to eat, Miyami savored her food while keeping a keen eye on Rei, who sat at a nearby table. Her thoughts were focused on her, wondering what she was thinking and feeling.

After her silent meal, Miyami turned to the Ronin, Akio-San, who had prepared the delicious food. "This meal was exquisite, Akio-San. The chicken was particularly delicious - it's been a while since I've tasted something so flavorful. Thank you for your hard work in the kitchens."
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Christine
Atsuko could only scoff at Chiyoko's hopefulness. Something made somewhat more difficult by the mouthful of thigh meat she had managed to pry free in the moments prior.

"I already made my desires known to Utaku-sama. She isn't liable to give me what I want any time soon. Better to have a carrot to dangle just out of reach to keep me motivated."

It sounded terribly cynical, given the glowing praise she normally had for the Unicorn clan as employers. But being exceedingly generous financially did not make one generous on matters of status. Ide no Suio Kenza could continue to trickle silver and gold into her coffers for as long as there was coin flowing into the bazaar, but that did not mean he could make her samurai for her hard work. The only person who could do something like that was a samurai with genuine sway of their own, and that meant contesting with the silent giant herself. 

"I suppose I could try to make a case with her. She owes me—or so she claims—for helping put that little *Diplomatic dispute* To rest. But I doubt ten seconds of swordplay earns you a name, even to the most generous samurai."

She left the implication to linger as she cleaned the flesh off one of the chicken's wings, the scrawny little things left for last. It seemed in the interim that Akio had disinvested from the conversation, and little wonder why, given his own history with the Unicorn and employment. Comfort was never her particular forte, but lingering for too long on a subject that was a sore spot wasn't going to help anybody's hurt feelings. So she tried to wheel things back around, to a subject other than chicken.

"Do you know how to ride a horse? I only just learned last winter. The previous ambassador insisted I learn how to ride before he'd take me on. Even gave me a horse to ride. Well, *Loaned* Me a horse to ride. You better believe the Unicorn wouldn't let me ride off with it as severance pay."

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Mary
"Yes, that's right," Chiyoko replied to Akio, "I intend to buy one. Up in the mountains a horse is next to useless at times, but out here I've often wondered how much easier it'd be to get around. Plus, I've come to find the creatures rather charming." She had the faintest smile on her face, thinking of those few little lessons she got out on the plains. Oh, what a surprise it'll be when she meets her instructor on the back of her own horse. 

The sudden silence from Akio made her wonder if she said something foolish; she was still no courtier, so maybe her proposal to speak to Utaku Kazuko was misplaced. She didn't dwell on it, though, lest she just make it worse. 

She did, however, join in on praising the cooking. "She's right, Akio-san: this is the best chicken I ever had. Or as my mistress called it, 'The Tuna of the Land.'" She chuckled, very curt and softly. "I suppose for someone that's more inclined to seafood, the distinction could be made. As for me, the only tuna I know well is of the mountain variety."

It was good to see that Atsuko was going to think on the matter, and as she pointed out, she helped with a diplomatic issue. Knowing Atsuko's skill with the blade, there was no doubt in her mind what that issue was. And thinking of events that happened that might warrant a duel, she could put some guesses together. 

"I have learned to ride this spring, actually," Chiyoko replied to Atsuko. "As I said, I've grown fond of them, and I've been lucky enough to have someone teach me how to ride. I'm not very good at it, mind, but I could definitely get around now. But, it's unbecoming to keep borrowing someone's horse when I could afford my own, at least for me." 

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Micheal
Miyami sat quietly beside the two Ronin, her attention drawn to their horse discussion. As she listened, her admiration for the majestic creatures grew stronger. She recalled her past experiences of seeing a few horses up close when she had helped Yasuki Rei-San. The memory brought a genuine smile to her as she thought about how magnificent and impressive these beasts were.

Chiyoko-San's conversation about horses suggested her desire to own one, and Miyami couldn't help but empathize. "They really are such beautiful creatures," She commented softly. She didn't want to interrupt the conversation but hoped to convey her admiration for the creatures.

As the conversation shifted towards other matters, Miyami noticed Atsuko-San's anxious demeanor and sensed that she had unfinished business. She remembered Atsuko-San from the tea party, where she seemed quiet and uninvolved. In contrast, Chiyoko-San appeared to be privy to whatever was happening, and Miyami couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. She knew that if she focused more on their conversation, she could figure out what was happening.
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Alma
"Well, all I did was organize the cooks and servers; they did all the work. I'll pass on your thanks though." Akio deftly brushed away the unwarranted complement, still in thought over the matters which kept him here. His relationship with his former and future clan was complicated at best right now, and while he did not want to keep dwelling on it his mind would not leave the subject alone.

That Chiyoko received riding lessons was interesting information, and had his mind not been so scattered at the time it may have proved something to investigate further. Instead he only nodded in agreement. "Beautiful creatures, yeah. They all got their own personalities too, so it's important to get one you can work with. Lots of people have a mismatched horse and it shows."

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Mary
"I don't know about all that," Chiyoko said, " I think horses look rather silly. Or, they _can._ They're very gallant and beautiful at times, but when they can pull back their lips and show off those big teeth, or when they make waste mid-gallup." She chuckled, covering her lips with the back of her hand. "One time,my friend's horse sneezed on me. It was hilariously gross. My friend laughed for far too long. Almost got himself challenged to a duel over that." She spoke as if she was mad, but the smile never left her face. 

"Well, I'd be glad to have your aid, Akio-san," She said, returning to her meal, "It'll be a great surprise to show up on my own steed. Shame it wouldn't be one of those Utaku steeds, but a pony would suit me just fine." 

Glancing over at Miyami, she softened her suspicions of her, if only for the sake of having a jovial time. "Minami, do you get to ride horses often? I'd imagine your master doesn't give you much time for leisure. From what I've heard, she's been trying to marry all the Samurai in the city."

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Micheal
As Miyami savored the taste of the chicken, she delicately wiped her lips with the napkin and turned her gaze towards Chiyoko. She sighed and said, "The only time I get to ride is when we travel to the tea plantations to see her husband. Unfortunately, that happens rarely. Moreover, I hardly have any free time to take up any new activity."

Miyami's mind wandered to Rei and her match-making services. She spoke up, "My Mistress has never been the one to marry a Samurai off just for the sake of it. Instead, she believes in helping them find true love. This Spring, it seems that there have been many more Samurai inclined to find love than in seasons past."

Lost in thought, Miyami leaned back in her chair, wondering if this sudden surge in Samurai looking for love was due to the changing times or just a fleeting trend. She took another bite of the chicken, her mind still preoccupied with the thoughts of love and match-making, wondering how she could help her Mistress.
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Christine
It was hard for Atsuko to flow elegantly back into the conversation, not least because she had little love for the iconic steeds of her overlords. Aside from mistaking her ponytail for a particularly stubborn reed as a small girl, she had scarcely made their acquaintance until Ide Nakato bid her to learn how to ride. The horse they had provided her had proven to be sweet of temperament and easy of gait, though, and she did so enjoy getting to look down on people while riding through the streets of the city. Perhaps they weren't so bad to have around after all.

Of course, she understood easily enough why Chiyoko, despite coming from a land bereft of horses, found herself so fond of the majestic steeds iconic to Shinjo's children. She couldn't help but crack a small, wry smile at Chiyoko's fondly told story.

"Your friend is very generous if he's both taught you to ride and let you borrow his horse. I suppose that makes sense. I know he's been a *Gracious host* To you before."

Directing her good eye toward one of the adjacent tables, Atsuko sipped from the cup of expensive *Gyokuro* With all the nonchalantness she could bring to bear. It wouldn't do to not nettle Chiyoko at least a little bit, given the shock she had caused during their little run-in at the residence so many months prior. The Crab's assistant gave her an easy point to pivot into before anybody pried too far, though.

"Is it the samurai who are interested? Because I remember being invited for food and stories, only to have the discussion very abruptly turn to how quickly I intended to marry and how eager the Crab would be to have me, if I were so inclined. I wouldn't call that interest. More... Entrapment."

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Alma
The ronin narrowed his eyes briefly at the subtle . . . What, teasing? Of Chiyoko. Perhaps something of note, but the easily distracted Akio's attention was quickly redirected with the talk of the Yasuki. He had heard of the trap laid during the first tea, and thus felt obligated to join the second to learn what precisely was involved. Information was his currency after all.

"Can't help but agree there, Atsuko-san. Mu own visit comprised of several samurai awkwardly sitting around a table telling Yasuki-sama 'I look for an honorable spouse to benefit my clan and ambitions.' Not what I would entirely call eager for love." He said between bites. The second chicken could already be seen making its way to him. He could not afford to waste time, as there was no guarantee for when next he would be summoned to work. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Though to be fair it's unlikely to get anyone to open up about anything in a public setting. Don't blame them really, way too much clan politics to discuss freely around clans as at odds as the group I was in. Lion and Scorpion are practically at each others' throats."

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Mary
_"Oi!"_ Chiyoko hissed out her rather halfhearted disdain at Atsuko's teasing, trying not to make it any more obvious. But, it was nice to have a confidant that knew about her relationship. Even if that young woman was making fun of her over it. "But, yes. I have a very gracious friend. It's nice to have a few in this city, Atsuko-san included." She filled her mouth with chicken, and got ready for seconds. 

She took note of Miyami's comment about riding horses. It was pretty impressive; she thought only the Unicorn let their peasants ride horses. But, while she knew that about the Unicorn, she couldn't say for the Crab, or the Crane-like Yasuki. So, she didn't inquire further, and merely fell into silence as the topic turned to marriage. 

She didn't have anything to comment on it. The man she wanted to marry, she couldn't speak of, not until she could make herself a true prospect. She could speak of her old fiance, but that story was melancholy and depressing, and to these ronin, a story that was all too common. So, she listened to Atsuko and Akio critique the way that the tea party was conducted. 

Chiyoko had heard about the party, and from what Akio and Atsuko said, it sounded just like the gossip she got as well. She took the lack of topics on the subject as a grand moment to eat more chicken, and merely watched as the two other ronin critiqued the 'servant's' master. 

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Micheal
"Well, you know how Yasuki Rei-Sama is, always playing the role of a matchmaker. Her tea parties are no exception, and she loves to bring up the topic of matchmaking. It's like going to a butcher's shop and expecting to find vegetables. But can you really blame her for trying?" Miyami quickly came to her master's defense.

"We all have our weaknesses, and if matchmaking is Yasuki Rei-Sama's, then it's better than having other vices. Most people at the tea parties tend to hide their true feelings, but they come back to speak with the Matchmaker privately the next day after she sparks their interest in the topic," The Viper added, emphasizing her point.

"I guess you two were just too jaded to need her services any further," She quipped at the two Ronin who had not had the best experience at the tea events. 
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Christine
"Or, perhaps, we did not need her assistance in *Finding love*."

It was a fortunate thing that Atsuko had just finished swallowing her tea when the servant made her little quip: it made the instant riposte that was her comment all the easier to make. It was perhaps in poor taste to take jabs at one another in the middle of a dinner meant to be enjoyed in the spirit of friendship and reconciliation. She was sure there was some courtly principle or another that defined the proper rules of verbal engagement amidst a banquet. But such information was beyond such a lowborn girl like herself. What was *Not* Beyond her, however, was the fundamental principle that all lowborn girls were taught over and over again.

One did not make such remarks to a samurai. 

Masterless or no—lowborn or no—Atsuko wore her swords with pride. She was a samurai, and Miyami's remarks rubbed her wrong. Were the scenario different, she might have let her temper flare much hotter and drive her to put the servant firmly in her place. But she had been made guest of the Lion ambassador, and provided with a filling meal besides. There was no need to spoil the feast before her any more than it had already been.

"It's almost a sorry state to be in, so desperate for affection that they seek out matchmaker—on their own accord no less—in the hopes of being paired off. I almost wonder whether those who attend even have the leave of their families to seek out such counsel. Usually, it's the parents that reach out to set up a match, is it not?"

Atsuko's fingers were like the beaks of carrion birds as she dismantled the freshly delivered chicken before her, rending flesh from bone with practiced efficiency. Perhaps the aggression she felt roiling within drove them in their work: she popped a particularly stubborn leg joint just as she punctuated her little rhetorical question.

"I can't imagine having to marry someone I've scarcely ever met on the word of a woman I hardly know. Not that we'll have to worry about that, of course. One of the benefits of being on the waves. Though, I suppose ronin aren't the only ones free of such obligation. How about you, Miyami-san? Surely you aren't so *Jaded* As to not have a special somebody in your life?"

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Alma
"I didn't say it wasn't interesting or that I didn't enjoy myself, Miyami-san. Yasuki-sama clearly knows how to organize a gathering. But thinking any clan samurai will talk about their personal lives in a setting so public is, well, far too optimistic." Akio did his best to regulate the conversation back down a notch. He certainly did find the "Tea" To be an enlightening experience, and he learned several important details about the bushi who collected there. Plus, it provided him with a job.

"I just think—how do I say this?" He held a leg in his hand and waved it idly, as if trying to point toward an answer he had yet to formulate. Eventually he hit the mark. "Well, to put it mildly, she should count herself blessed that none of these samurai's lords have taken issue with the efforts she has put forward through her place of operation."

With that, he contented himself to take another swig of his drink, and see how his fellow ronin's words would also land.

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Micheal
Atsuko-Sama's question hit Miyami like a ton of bricks, stealing away the breath from her lungs. The shift in tone was palpable. Memories of two people she held dear before the wall tore them apart came flooding back, overwhelming her senses. Suddenly, Miyami was lost in a sea of emotions, struggling to keep her composure. The pain of loss was as fresh as if it had happened just yesterday.

Her heart raced, and her hands trembled as she struggled to maintain her composure. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice shaking slightly as she recounted her past. "I had a husband and a son. Both were brave soldiers on the wall. My husband was taken from me twenty years ago when my son was seven months old. Then, my son followed his father's footsteps in battle three years ago. Now, I am left with nothing but a broken heart. My only solace is watching as my Mistress helps others find their true love matches."

The Viper finished her response and let out a long sigh, her eyes glistening with tears barely being kept back. "I've spent my entire life taking care of people, and every single one is gone now," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm too old to start again and can't bear losing someone else. I'm sorry, but why would I want to entrust someone else to that fate?"
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Mary
At first, Chiyoko found the jabs from Atsuko amusing. She didn't care much for politics, gossip, using words as knives for a thousand cuts, any of it. But, the longer she spent at court with her ambassador the more she could notice and appreciate the skill. It felt like Atsuko was weilding hers like a cudgel, but damn if it didn't make a mark. 

However, as Miyami spoke of her husband and son on the wall, and their untimely deaths, she felt a horrible guilt for finding any amusement in it. She held her stomach, subconsciously so, and wondered if she could love again if something happened to her beloved? Or her child, if she ever had one. 

"..."

Chiyoko took hold of the sake, and poured four cups for them all, including the 'servant.' She took her cup and raised it. "To Miyami-san's lost loves," She said, "And to those we've lost along the way. May the Kami find their deaths honorable, and they achieve well-earned rest." 

She drank down her shot, and looked to Miyami. "Love is a frightening thing, Miyami-san. No one can call one a coward for not wishing to brave it, not when the results can be so dire.

"But, enough of such topics. A real conversation would be: What do you think that Scorpion in the rat mask did to get Moshi Mai-sama so eager to bully him?" Chiyoko was no good at gossip, and had no love for it, but perhaps she could see the merit of it as a distraction. 

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Alma
The servant's words were filled with pain. Akio had spent a brief time with the Hiruma who trained within the lands of the Unicorn, and was always impressed by their ability to remain stalwart in the face of the relentless enemy they faced. For a time he felt they were invulnerable.

That was naive. The woman here displayed the cost of eternal vigilance. It was not fair that entire families be torn asunder by a foe who would not even honor their passing. The ashigaru of the Crab were as brave as the samurai from most great clans, he reckoned, and dealt with losses far greater.

The ronin was never good at comfort, or consoling those in pain. He was struggling to determine what to say, how he might help to bring a tense situation back from the brink of disaster. Thankfully Chiyoko spoke up first. He raised his cup in acknowledgement.

Then came the change in topic. Had he not been practicing retaining composure the sigh of relief would have been visible and audible. The poor soul had yet to see Mai in any other light than shugenja, and had only learned recently she was the Ambassador, and was thus blissfully unaware of her darker side. "If anyone manages to upset a Priestess of the Sun I suppose they deserved what was coming."

A servant would come alongside and whisper in his ear. Scarfing the last few bites of chicken and shoveling the remnants of rice into his mouth, he would bow respectfully at his companions. "Well, looks like they need me back to work. Thanks for letting me share your table. We'll see each other again soon I'm sure."

Placing a brief hand on Atsuko's shoulder and favoring her with a quick smile, he rose and departed back to the where the servants were awaiting instruction. Dessert was coming soon, and that had to be just as perfect as the main course itself. His eyes flitted back to the map he had drawn up of the Embassy grounds.

"Alright, let's do this."

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Micheal
Miyami bid farewell to Akio-Sama, wishing him a delightful evening ahead. "It was truly a pleasure having you sit with us and share this moment of respite from the kitchens," She added with a slight bow of the head.

She turned her attention towards Chiyoko and took a small sip of sake, appreciating the kind words offered by the latter. "Your words are most welcome, Chiyoko-Sama. However, my heart is shattered, and I have learned to live without such solace."

Miyami then revealed to the group that the rat-masked Scorpion had been removed from the premises by none other than Bayushi Yuto-Sama. "Whatever he did to offend Moshi Mai-Sama must have been truly severe," She added with a hint of concern in her voice.

Miyami looked across the open space at her Mistress, noticing she, too, was stirring at her table. "Yasuski Rei-Sama is also stirring at her table. I fear my time might be limited too," Miyami admitted to the other two guests at the table.
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Christine
It seemed to Atsuko that her venomous words had landed exactly where they needed to be. Perhaps a little too well even. It might've been a cruel thing to do, were she more familiar with the heimin's life and struggles, to throw them back in her face like that. Given their almost total unfamiliarity—to say nothing of the fact she had decided to take the first jab—there was little to be done. The diminutive ronin offered a quirk of the brow when Chiyoko made to pour for them all, of course, but it seemed she was set on trying to defuse the growing tension.

Not that it mattered all that much. The conversation picked back up, and Atsuko had little to say on matters of the Mantis ambassador and her wrath. If it was a Scorpion she held in her ire, all the better. They tended to deserve the ill-fortunes which befell them. The wave-woman had a mouthful of chicken when Akio made to escape from their brief little meeting, offering him a short bow of her head in acknowledgment as she swallowed.

"Good luck."

And with his absence, she suddenly found herself once again confronting the conundrum of what next to discuss. The atmosphere at the table had left a lot to be desired, as did the company as the evening grew on. A merciful thing that she had not come for either: there was still food to be eaten, and she would not leave until she had consumed her fill.

"Don't feel as if you need to remain on my behalf. Your mistress surely comes first."

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