“My mother?” He asked.
He wasn’t expecting that. Hakuba’s mother knew his. That was surreal and slightly irritating. Why didn’t Hakuba say something? Why didn’t his mother? His brow scrunched in irritation slightly and he debated on calling her. Poker face perfectly in place he continued with Baaya’s answer.
“She’s doing wonderful, I think the last time I had heard from her she was in Prague studying fashion.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Baaya said, not missing the tiny hint of surprise, leading Kaito into the parlor. “I’ll be sure to let the mistress know. The young master talks about you so much that she couldn’t help but be curious, though they haven’t seen each other in ages…”
The parlor was a large room with plush carpet, neutral wall tones, receded lighting, and very comfortable leather furniture in various shades of dark brown. It was very much a lounge, really; stocked wet bar in the back, card table and chairs nearby, billiards table between that and the couches, large flat screen tv, expensive sound system… But then, it was technically the Superintendent General’s den, so of course it had to be larger than life and of supreme quality.
“Shall I go fetch a plate of cake for you both?”