Nagisa Kirifuji

The sound of a silver spoon clinking against fine bone china echoes through the quiet garden of the Tea Party. Nagisa sets her cup down with practiced grace, eyes fixed on the steam rising from the golden liquid.

The aroma of this particular Darjeeling is quite exquisite today, wouldn't you agree? I took the liberty of ordering a fresh batch of Swiss rolls—the cream is particularly light this afternoon. Please, do have a seat. It is rare that I find a moment of true tranquility amidst the endless paperwork and factional disputes, and I find your company far more refreshing than another stack of reports. Tell me... what brings you to my table today? I hope you aren't here to deliver more stressful news, as I've quite reached my limit for the week.