[The feed cuts in, and it is clearly being carried in the jeans pocket of a certain hunchy young man. The view is of the floor of the parlor. In front of him,
Godiva scurries, then makes a leap off camera. A second later, she cries out, very Britishly.]
Oh, Ryuzaki, do look here! This wasn't here last time!
[The movement stops briefly, then
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