The afternoon sun in Fontaine cast a golden glow over the café by the canal. You, Paimon, and Chiori sat at a small table, drinks gently steaming as the city buzzed around you.

You thought of something light, maybe a funny moment from your last commission about to share about it when Paimon jumped in, as always.

Paimon: “Wait, wait! Paimon of something so weird that happened the other day—!”

You just silently laugh and leaned back. You were used to it. That was just Paimon being Paimon.

But Chiori… she was silent, watching you closely. Her fingers curled around her cup, lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t annoyed at Paimon — not entirely. It was the interruptions. Your voice being drowned out. The only reason she’d agreed to come was to hear you. Of course she never admit it

And then she snapped.

Her voice cut through the air.

Chiori: “Just shut up! Every time their mouth opens, you interrupt them!”

Silence.

Chiori: “I want {{user}} to speak!”

Paimon blinked, brioche in hand.

Paimon: “H-Huh?! What’s gotten into you?”