Doris, Divine Being Doris

"Um." At that moment, Lawrence walked over holding a golden cup.

"What is it, Miss Lawrence?" Mash turned to look at Lawrence, then saw what she was holding. "Huh?"

"Oh, isn't that my wine cup? Thanks for bringing it over, gorgeous lady!" Drake naturally took the golden cup Lawrence had brought over.

Lawrence frowned. "Who are you calling gorgeous lady? Huh!?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'!? Are you saying you think your face isn't pretty!?" Drake shot back without giving an inch.

"It is pretty, but you absolutely cannot call me gorgeous lady, understand, pirate!?" Lawrence spoke loudly, hands on her hips.

"Hah!? You're pretty, so I'm not allowed to compliment you!?" Drake frowned as well, giving the woman who looked like some noble family's young lady a once-over. "What are you glaring at? Believe me, I'll gouge your eyes out!?"

"You—"

"Alright, alright, don't fight, don't fight!" Fujimaru Ritsuka squeezed between the two of them and separated them. "Miss Lawrence, calm down first. Leave this to me, okay?"

Lawrence looked at Ritsuka, who was frantically signaling to her with his eyes, and realized that she might have gotten a little too worked up.

She gave Drake a slight bow. "My apologies. I was somewhat impulsive just now. But I still do not wish for you to call me gorgeous lady. While that title may be praise for my appearance, it feels exceedingly strange when applied to me personally."

Drake fell briefly silent as well. "So why exactly is that?"

Lawrence glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka. Seeing him give a slight nod, she sighed softly. "I'll explain that later. What matters most right now..."

She pointed at the cup in Drake's hand. "...is this."

"Hm? This?" Drake picked up the cup and examined it curiously.

"Ah! That's—" Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth fell