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Phran picked up the cup with his morning brew and took a casual sip as his green eyes followed Leora's movements under bangs of the nearly same shade. When she explained what his pastry was for that morning he smiled around the rim of his cup and lowered it to the table in order to pick up the plate along with the fork. "Sounds wonderful. As always," he stated as she moved from by his side and toward his closet. The male cut a peice of the danish apart from the whole and popped it into his mouth. Two chews later and he felt like fireworks had gone off on his taste buds. "Delicious."

His attention was drawn to the outfits his servant was setting out for him and without hesitation he pointed ot the second one she had pulled. "I like that one. The other is too casual and I do not feel for a suit today," he answered as he took another portion of his pastry into his mouth and rinsed it down with more green tea.

"I've heard of the convention hall. It was built to host exhibitions and such once a week per month and inbetween it would be just a hall available for rent. Doesn't matter much to me anyways but if you insist I should go I guess I shall have to. It's not as if I have anything else planned for today." Phran set the plate down leaving half the danish untouched and slid from his bed onto the floor. "You can go prepare whatever else is needed. I can handle myself from here," he stated solidly while he began to unbutton the dark blue shirt he had worn to bed that night. "Also, make sure to pack some spending money in case I should see anything that catches my eye."