Julia's looking much happier now that she's somewhere warmer. She's stopped pecking my glasses, at least. Thanks for letting her stay, Jirou-sama. I've got marshmallow squares in the oven.
How's it going with the brat's butler? I'm confident I can pull the hit off this time, and it would be good if he were occupied somewhere while I do it. I don't know when it'll be yet, but soon, I hope.