“It is one of the many places created by the MASTER. It is often frequented by others, so I thought it might be a place you would LIKE.”
She slid in to the side across him and removed her spectacles, having no need for them here. Empty cups had been summoned; as was a hot kettle. If the inquisitor seemed pleased that the location was to Hakuba’s liking, it was well-hidden by her usual Iron Maiden’s expression. “Your pick of the brew, as USUAL. Has anything of interest happened with you on your side of THINGS?”
Dlanor didn’t usually care for the happenings of other fragments—not since her falling out, but while a guest was here she may as well inquire of the comings and goings of their world.
“Lemon and ginger, I think,” Hakuba said quietly, pushing the idea of Earl Grey out of his mind. He needed practice to be able to adapt. “And, no, not really… not as such."
The detective leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as he considered. There were always cases, certainly, and he had found quite a few things ‘interesting’ throughout his interactions with others. But interest being subjective, Hakuba didn’t think that anything he had to say would be of interest to the woman. Not sincerely, at any rate.
"I may return to London for a time… visit Paris again. That is the only thing of note that I can really think of at present.”