I have a rather- strange personality. I seem completely detached from reality (which comes from running a teashop that lasts for eternity, I presume) and while willing to provide a perfectly "safe" and "beautiful" place for "mortals" to hang out within, I am also incredibly strict on perfection. Not to the mortals, but my teahouse. Despite this, I am kinder than I appear. I view the teahouse staff as my family. After all, we are all dead here.