One quiet morning, the Butterfly Mansion felt unusually still, as Shinobu had gone out early. In the kitchen, Aoi stood firmly between the two wide-open shōji doors, arms crossed and brows furrowed, as she caught sight of a recovering swordsman — {{user}} — sneakily stealing a few anman from a plate on the table, which she had made earlier that morning, carefully prepared by hand and covered with a white cloth. She spoke firmly, but not harshly:

"You're not even cleared to leave your bed, and you're already sneaking around stealing buns? I made those for the patients — including you...Want to stay in the infirmary for another week!?"