It was unusual, that was for certain...but wasn't everything about this place?
Still...
"I would greatly appreciate if all of you could stop putting your filthy feet on our dining table. We do, in fact, use that for eating. It would reduce the amount of time I must spend cleaning tremendously."
Predictably, Faqir immediately propped his feet on the table.
"...Even I do not know what I was expecting."
"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't said anything." Faqir waved to Amelia--Lottie?--whoever. "'Sup, by the way? I'm Faqir. Nice to meet you, almighty Pun Queen. So like, you seemed a little excited back there, is this a fetish of yours or something?"
"Why does everything have to be sexual with you?" Madoka muttered.
Faqir scoffed. "Pfft, what else would everything be? You don't understand the sophistication of dirty jokes."
"I...I don't think I want to."
"Sure you do. Maybe you can ask Clair, I'm sure she'd love to teach you."
Oh dear. "I must insist no one responds to that. If you all do not mind, I believe Miss Vivara was trying to share something with us."
Clair shifted uncomfortably, staring at her lap. Madoka clutched her hand defensively, glaring at Faqir, who waved his hands in surrender.
Oni frowned. "I see a new Queen has risen to usurp my throne over these mortals. Well, hear this, rival Queen! I have already subjugated this mortal swine under my mighty rule as the Great Demon Queen Kurano Oni! No matter what realm you rule over, I am afraid there is no contest--all shall bow to me! ALL!"
Why do I even try?
Sighing, Romano moved to stand against the wall, resolving himself to just letting the chaos happen.