[ Once she's actually starting to get the hang of what is essentially chomping hunks of meat off a stick without spilling anything on her extremely white bikini ( because who else would pick swimwear in that shade and expect not to spill anything on it? ), Mitsuru can actually properly savor and enjoy what she's eating. Turns out rabbit didn't have to be served in a fancy restaurant to taste good, the char and the spice give it a nice flavour.

She finishes the last of hers a little after Scott finishes his. ]

I agree. The effects of the spice do seem to linger rather a long time though, don't you think? [ Yeah, that's definitely what this is... That strange yet delicious warmth spreading through her body, to the point where a slight flush is starting to appear on those porcelain cheeks of hers. ]

Mitsuru Kirijo. It's a pleasure to meet you.

I take it you also managed to escape your entourage for a while?

[ He's a king, she figures he has the same sorts of problems she does here. That and it suddenly seems imperative that she find out whether anyone is likely to interrupt their time together. ]