"Insanity," Yotsuyu hissed, mostly to herself. She was making a concerted attempt to control her temper, even as she clawed at the napkins on a nearby table, plucking a handful up and thrusting them at him, before claiming some for herself.

"Damnation," she swore to herself, before dropping the damp napkins into the nearest trash can. She sighed, rifling through her purse and pulling out a business card, handing it over to him.

"I'm certain you'll have to dry clean that, but you can send me the bill." Yotsuyu sighed at that, but it was her own fault. "Do I know why that turned into lemon sherbet? No. But I haven't been able to use my French press for a week." And really, if she went without coffee for any longer, she was like to lose her mind.