> "...Sorry."
> Nod.> "Like I said, I'm gonna take much safer approaches to things from now on."
> "I've noticed that, every time something bad happens, it's because I misused the mallet. If I use other magic, the worst thing that happens is that it simply doesn't work. So I used other magic to make it so it's safe in there for living beings."
> Nod.
> Look down at our chest.> "Well, it worked perfectly in this case, at least."
> "Well, at least it won't need to be done again."
> Sigh.> "Look, I'm sorry, you two. I really am. I didn't realize you wanted me to avoid doing that entirely. That's my bad."
> Look down to the mallet, then back up.> "No more riskiness."
> "With that being said, what do you two wanna do now?"
> "Right, which is why I asked."
> "Sure. But let's do that somewhere where we won't wake anyone up."
> Head back outside the main house.
> "That should do it. So what're you two thinking?"
> How do we feel about the prospect of storing the Tsukumos?> "Ah."
> Look down at our chest.> Frown a bit in thought.> "...Do you want help, or do you want somewhere reasonably private to think about it for a while?"