>Ponder if we could give him something poisonous.
>"From what I know about his digestive system, I'm not sure if he even
can be poisoned."
> "So, what do we do, then? Slap him with a glove? Send him a challenge letter? Punch him in the nose?"
>"Allow me. Stand in front of the booth in case he tries to leave, but I assume he'll be willing to accept regardless."
You follow Harami's orders, blocking the man's exit as Harami sits across from him.
"Good afternoon, Serras."
The man jerks his head up, cheeks still bulging with food.
"Eh? Wuffis...? Oo the 'ell are you?"
He takes a second to swallow his food as Harami answers.
"I'm surprised you don't recognise me, Serras. Am I not the girl you're meant to be out there looking for?"
Serras's eyes widen for a moment in confusion, but you see the realisation slide onto his face.
"...Well, if it isn't the long-lost princess of the dolphins. Course, you just fell into my trap. I was sorta waiting for you guys to show up. Yeah. Totally."
He's a bad liar. Hell, his hair seems to waver around as he speaks, he's that bad. Harami is unimpressed.
"Regardless, we've started discussion. That gives us the right to decide the time and location. Assuming you accept, of course."
Serras grins. "Heh. Like Characi would ever turn down a fight. You're gonna get what you deserve for underestimating us,
air-breather."
Harami turns to you.
"Well, Sango? Where, and when?"