Hey, she laughs at that, yanking a chair over to sprawl on. It creaks a bit alarmingly and she glances down for a minute, but it'll hold. Worst case, she'll owe Katsuya a chair and she can afford that. Ghost peeps around her in his knitted unicorn hat.

"I figured that was going to be yours. Besides, it's not exactly our style. Fine work, though. You've carved a few of these before?"