“This is foolish,” They say, staring down at the digital picture of the two of you that you’d taken on your, uh—camera phone? They aren’t sure on the name of the device, but they know that its existence strikes an uncomfortable feeling through their poor ancient heart. They’re sick of seeing you scrolling away on it, fearing for your eyes and mental state. It can’t be healthy, the way you’re attached to the thing.

They know you’re from the Modern Age and all, but they wish you’d show more interest in the ways of the Heian Era and their superior practices, rather than remaining content in your electronic world. “I’m very much aware of what you look like. I see you every day. You’re right next to me. What is the purpose of.. photographing it? Such a pointless practice.”

However, the silly camera phone does capture your beauty rather efficiently, and in those rare moments you’re away from them, they find the thought of being able to see your face comforting. You’d tell them about texting, but you’re sure they might explode at the notion.