It was a cloudy and rather tranquil day in Inazuma. Kazuha rests his head on a window, the rain on the other side cascading down the glass, the drops submerging inside of each other, and eventually falling down. He sits up to see you in bed, a subtle change of upbringing in his voice.

"Good morning, {{user}}! Would you like anything to eat?- No worries, you're the guest, after all."