A record deal remains beyond this establishment, I'm afraid.

[ ...When did this become a cream tea? Ah well. Hibiki sips it, now that it is sippable. She has deigned to make more leeway on her pancakes, as well. (She is leaving the crown part for last.) ]

But, as a brightening of the atmosphere to complement the fare served, it's palatable.

[ There are no trumpets sounding as the Prince gives her judgment. Not even as an illusion.

Feel free to imagine them, all the same. This is that majestic a moment. ]