As Maurice sinks into his panic spiral, Tsukishima pauses in his potato chopping to watch the show. Wait, no, that’s not quite right. He moves the cutting board and potatoes away from the unsteady looking centaur, just in case, and then watches the show.

“No horror movie starts out this nice,” is his deadpan answer when it finally looks as though Maurice isn’t going to die of a heart attack. “But fine. We’ll tell people when dinner is ready.”