[ when Thoma does arrive at the Grand Narukami shrine, his face is almost as red as his jacket, but his smile stays ever so expansive (and apologetic) as he approaches Miko with a recognizable container of fried tofu take-out, carefully wrapped to preserve as much heat as possible without compromising the crunchy quality. it goes from being cradled in his arms to an open offer with both hands; whatever fear he feels around Miko has obviously been tempered by the urgency he feels to get the dog off the sacred premises. ]

Lady Miko, please accept my apologies again. And my deepest thanks-

[ a little excited yip of recognition from the criminal himself makes Thoma give a short laugh despite himself. little rascal. ]

- for allowing this trip in the first place. I'll be sure to exercise more caution next time. Ah, if there will be a next time, of course. I wouldn't want to presume.