[ mona nonchalantly licks her finger of excess butter and does away with the knife. ]

Oh? Is it an unusual question?

[ beside her, sunday looks thoroughly lost, but she isn't perturbed in the slightest. rather, this is all going as planned. it would just appear that she'll have to elaborate a little to get him onto the same page. a master should be benevolent, so this isn't of issue.

she nibbles into her biscuit while flourishing her free hand. a watery disk stretches into existence, its surface containing an arrangement of symbols and small texts that would take an average astrologist a minimum of two weeks to decipher. mona, however, doesn't struggle to view them at all; her finger scans them with ease. ]

You are very interesting, Sunday. Someone with your capabilities at my side would benefit me. [ at least she's honest. ] Of course, I would do my utmost to advise you, too.

[ when she glances at him, his features are dappled in reflections of hydro. ]