[ That's okay, "cryptic nonsense" is her native language. Haruka just happens to also be fluent in "overly direct".

So she thinks she gets the gist. One corner of Haruka's mouth begins to tug upwards in a smirk. ] The artisan's not done yet, huh.

Watch us. [ She backs up, figuring she'd best not press her luck. ] We've got some artistic geniuses on our side, too. And I know someone who'd hate for the finished product to turn out ugly.

[ She salutes the God. Why she has a dried leaf between her fingers as she does so is anyone's guess. ]