[ okay, woah. the more shōyō listened the more he had to strain his ears to keep up. very apparently. so she . . . jumped the fence, then jumped the fence again, then came here to— jump the fence??? it sounds like one of those brazilian telenovelas he heard people talk about in groups from time to time, especially the girl’s volleyball division. shōyō lightly snaps his fingers: ]

She wanted all these eggs and you called her out! [ he— understood! he thinks! she was on the hunt for too many eggs! unfaithfulness though, man, shōyō sighs and shakes his head once he finds a wall to lean his back on. it’s one thing having something open by agreement, but when there’s a commitment? yikes. ] So, um— what’s the problem?

[ it doesn’t occur to shōyō that it possibly wasn’t the nightwalker’s place to do so, but— the husband was lazarus’ client, no? so he needed help? he was helping him. ]

You were helping your first customer, weren’t you? Unless . . . [ a little lower: ] —Did she want your eggs?