Sacramental sushi... sounds delicious. Would probably go over a lot better than the communion wafers at Gospel House.
[If you remember that Sayo was raised in a Catholic orphanage, suddenly everything about her makes a lot more sense.
She can't hide the smug grin on her face as Jessica flails to keep her mental and physical balance. She's adorable like this. (And it's satisfying revenge for annihilating Sayo's composure with that below-the-belt "milady.") The joy kindling in her heart from the spark of Jessica's wonder isn't just from schadenfreude, though; it's wonderful to finally share her own world with her personal beloved. Even without the compact of Mariage Sorciere, a universe for two could still be born.]
Let's see here... A Marple will do nicely, I believe. [Sayo's "system of magic" is entirely unlike Beatrice's. While she could still embellish the process, turn something mundane into something fantastic as long as there was belief behind it, there was... more, ever since she returned from Nephele-that-isn't. She leans outside the arbor, paging through the pages until she finally calls one to her hand. With an unfolding motion, a kettle, pot, and all the genuine fixings for Irish breakfast tea appear on the table, and Sayo gets to work heating up the kettle (even without a legitimate power source). As the Witch of Zero, Sayo could break ideas, objects, and even whole people free from their own story, bringing them into her orbit instead to borrow them.
Her eyes sparkle at Jessica's new suggestion. She is so proud.] That is an EXCELLENT idea. [A tiny sliver of crystal forms in Sayo's palm, and she flicks it outside. Abruptly, the arbor lands in Kokichi's dressing room, or at least the image of it.] Now, we can't touch his costume, obviously. That's a sacred artifact. I doubt he has one sized for him yet, anyways.
Which leaves us with... [Sayo repeatedly snaps her fingers, hemming and hawing thoughtfully. Behind the two of them, the "door" rattles, and the next snap is decisive.] Do you want me to teach you how to pick locks, Jessica?
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[If you remember that Sayo was raised in a Catholic orphanage, suddenly everything about her makes a lot more sense.
She can't hide the smug grin on her face as Jessica flails to keep her mental and physical balance. She's adorable like this. (And it's satisfying revenge for annihilating Sayo's composure with that below-the-belt "milady.") The joy kindling in her heart from the spark of Jessica's wonder isn't just from schadenfreude, though; it's wonderful to finally share her own world with her personal beloved. Even without the compact of Mariage Sorciere, a universe for two could still be born.]
Let's see here... A Marple will do nicely, I believe. [Sayo's "system of magic" is entirely unlike Beatrice's. While she could still embellish the process, turn something mundane into something fantastic as long as there was belief behind it, there was... more, ever since she returned from Nephele-that-isn't. She leans outside the arbor, paging through the pages until she finally calls one to her hand. With an unfolding motion, a kettle, pot, and all the genuine fixings for Irish breakfast tea appear on the table, and Sayo gets to work heating up the kettle (even without a legitimate power source). As the Witch of Zero, Sayo could break ideas, objects, and even whole people free from their own story, bringing them into her orbit instead to borrow them.
Her eyes sparkle at Jessica's new suggestion. She is so proud.] That is an EXCELLENT idea. [A tiny sliver of crystal forms in Sayo's palm, and she flicks it outside. Abruptly, the arbor lands in Kokichi's dressing room, or at least the image of it.] Now, we can't touch his costume, obviously. That's a sacred artifact. I doubt he has one sized for him yet, anyways.
Which leaves us with... [Sayo repeatedly snaps her fingers, hemming and hawing thoughtfully. Behind the two of them, the "door" rattles, and the next snap is decisive.] Do you want me to teach you how to pick locks, Jessica?