"They match my rings," Haruto answers, snooty. "People who only have one-arm capes shouldn't be talking." He takes a sip of coffee, but when he sets the cup back down he's still snickering.

Haruto polishes off his first doughnut and moves on to the second, holding it carefully between his fingers to look through the center hole like a sugary telescope. "Oriko must be so disappointed," he says, "but as long as it doesn't stink any more, I'm mostly satisfied." The ash and the dust had been the largest issue, besides the broken glass.