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[Honestly, Sebastian, your level of service is slipping a little, because that's definitely cat's hair that's drifting slowly from your jacket to Ciel's hand-carved desk as you clear those plates. Courtesy of a shamelessly nesting guest, perhaps?]
It seems everyone we've encountered on these islands is displaced. I see no reason why we can't profit from that. [Ciel pushes a slip of paper towards Sebastian, a rough sketch of what he wants the next Funtom logo to be. It...kind of looks like a blob of something, actually. Maybe a compressed mochi bun?] We'll provide them with a little taste of home, something to remind them of what they're fighting for. I'll take the commission, you determine the schematic designs, and of course, the natives will provide the material. I'll have to inspect the finished products, of cours--