Yuuuup.

[ She flops onto the couch, making a familiar dent in the couch cushions. ]

Any bugs left here are my own. [ ... ] That's a joke, by the way. I don't even have the material to make any bugs. Yet.

[ It'll happen eventually. Trust her on that. ]

So now we can talk about whatever you didn't want the staff to overhear, and I can talk about the Metaverse and what the Phantom Thieves actually do and stuff like that.