"...Or I could be completely full of shit," Koumyou adds cheerfully, "you never know!"

It's only a joke, of course, he knows what happened was exactly as he just told it. But the mood might drop a bit too far if he lets it, so it's time for some humor.

His own ice cream's done, so the priest reaches for his comb again, intent on tidying up the mess that is his hair. It's about half combed out now, all sleek and straight.

"So, what is a creche? Do all kids go to one, where you're from?"