As usual, Sanzo was awake before Amberdrake and too bored to reread the newspaper again. He'd washed the dishes from last night, folded the blanket and placed it back on the couch, and scooped the damaged beads into a small bowl. Koumyou had left the spare room tidy, so there was nothing to tend to there. The birds ate up some time and a considerable amount of fruit.

He could've left the house a while but he had something to discuss with Amberdake, so he waited, browsing various articles on his laptop. There was a lot to be learned about different breeds of magical and non-magical birds it turned out.