[He's only stealing it to wipe the last traces of sauce off his fingers and his mouth. It's the fate of every napkin, and he's balling it up and tossing it after the skewer once he's done.

... Except this time it does bounce out of the can, and he has to go chase it down and throw it away properly. He straightens up with an embarrassed chuckle.]

So you met her! Hey, that's great. You don't remember what color yukata she was wearing, do you? -- Or if she was in some other outfit, I guess.

[Some kind of physical description! It's a big crowd.

A girl... how young is she? It just seems wrong for a kid even Shirogane's age to be stuck here, and he's what, maybe sixteen? Tsuzuki can't imagine someone even younger than that being stuck in the role of a goddess. Talk about pressure.]