Stretching, Furina looks to her loyal retainer and crosses her arms. "Retainer! Dear retainer! More cake, please," she half-demands, voice carrying the usual arrogant and near bratty tone to it.

Inwardly, she cringes. Was she being too...her? Well, not her, but...too Focalors-esc? What if she upset the only person who makes her feel seen?

"And some more tea, while you're at it!" she adds against her own will.