Braeden caught the pastry out of the air and proceeded to eat it. "Your aim ain't bad, but more power'll help ya next time. Can't expect to hit a gang leader with a throw like that."
Madoka shifted. "I-I keep forgetting y-you were accepted as the Ultimate Yankee."
Braeden scowled, looking oddly offended. "What's that s'posed to mean?"
Madoka paled. "N-no, it's just--I-I mean, I'm not scared of you so--w-well, I'm scared but not--"
He was grateful when Oni threw open the doors. "Your queen has arrived! SERVE ME!"
Romano, who had adapted himself to the role of Oni's "Demon Butler", promptly scooped up a pastry and offered it to her with a bow. Oni took it daintily and sat at the table, crossing her legs.
"Your help is greatly appreciated, servant! YOU SHALL HAVE A HIGH HONOR IN MY COURT ONCE WE REACH HELL! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I am honored, Miss Oni." Romano's words dripped with sarcasm. Oni didn't seem to notice.
"YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS YOUR QUEEN, SERVANT!"
Madoka giggled, amused. "S-so does anyone here speak any other languages? I-I mean, I speak Japanese, b-but I feel like that goes without saying c-considering it's where I live...and stuff. Or--used to live, I guess."
"It's a beautiful language," Oni said suddenly in Japanese.
Madoka perked up, admittedly happy to hear his native language. "Yes, it is lovely," he responded in the same tongue. Clair seemed oddly attentive, but didn't speak.