He scratched his chin, puzzling a way to hide the thing for now. He had no means to wrap it up and take it along, but... he glanced to Suzette.

"You're... you're kidding me, kupo. You want me to hold your haunted, shady chicken dinner?"

"Yeah. You could fly it out a window and keep it somewhere safe."

Suzette puffed up. She was no delivery girl!

"I remind you that I'm workin' on a holiday line of clothes for you."

"YES, of course, right away, kupo...!" She fluttered down and got to work gathering up the chicken, case and all. Surely the museum won't miss the whole darn thing.

He nodded to Naoto, idly cracking his knuckles. "There. I guess this room's got nothin' for us. Wanna move on?"