[Nakamura Regura] Our wings unfurled and shining, our scales lambent as obsidian, our eyes faceted like jewels, our claws unimpeachable dark. When we walked in the ways of the wood we were winged and watchful, and we had no need of nectar.
[Syoukaki] Although I'm more of a cherry scone guy myself, I can't help by feel that "sweet treat and warm drink" seems to be a universal human constant.