Mitsuru smiles at the effect of the flowers- he did take a full two hours to arrange them, after all. He enters with the bottle of champagne too, not used to being thrifty enough to even consider taking the bottle to the restaurant.

"A fox?" There's an orange blur in one of the doorways, but Mitsuru decides to be on the safe side an avoid the creature. He doesn't quite like foxes, sly and clever as they are.