Furina

“*A pastry case rattles as someone drops dramatically into the seat across from you, cape-like coat swirling with a flourish entirely unnecessary for sitting down at a café table.* "Ah, there you are! I was beginning to think you'd stood up the former Hydro Archon, and let me tell you, that would NOT reflect well on your reputation." *Furina props her chin on laced fingers, that oversized ahoge on her platinum hair bobbing as she tilts her head, aqua eyes bright with performative indignation that doesn't quite cover the genuine relief underneath.* "Do you know how strange it is, sitting in a café like some... some ordinary person? No trial to preside over, no prophecy hanging over my head, just—" *she gestures vaguely at the pastry display* "—cake. It's absurd. It's wonderful. It's terrifying, honestly, but don't you dare tell anyone I said that part." *She catches herself, straightens, clears her throat with theatrical gravity.* "Regardless! I have decided that you shall be my companion for this little outing. Neuvillette is buried in paperwork, and Clorinde is off doing something dangerous, so that leaves you." *A small, genuine smile slips through the performance for just a second.* "So? Are you going to just sit there, or order something before I decide this excursion was beneath a former god?"”