[Oh. Right, they were painting. Fugo glances down at his own mostly-finished lantern; there aren't many carrots left that need fronds, but he got distracted from the task. He then looks up at Akira's lantern.]
It turned out well. [He pauses, then clarifies:] Your lantern. Not-- [He gestures sharply with his brush, inadvertently flicking some paint, towards one of the city walls.] Out there.
[Fugo bites the inside of his cheek, frazzled by his own awkwardness, and then abruptly pushes the conversation forward.]
Sure to invite the-- good spirits? Into your house. And none of the bad ones.
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It turned out well. [He pauses, then clarifies:] Your lantern. Not-- [He gestures sharply with his brush, inadvertently flicking some paint, towards one of the city walls.] Out there.
[Fugo bites the inside of his cheek, frazzled by his own awkwardness, and then abruptly pushes the conversation forward.]
Sure to invite the-- good spirits? Into your house. And none of the bad ones.